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colby's pov
(sunday night)
sam walked back into the room and i looked up from the tv.
"hey," he said, almost inaudible. he hadn't put the shirt on, which i wasn't complaining about. i basically drooled at the sight of him, jumping up and kissing him before he could even get halfway across the room.
"hang on," i mumbled as the kiss began to get more heated. i hurried over to the door, locking it. i scuttled back to sam, pushing him back against the wall. i heard a small moan escape him, along with heavy breathing.
"you ok?" i pulled away, panting.
"more than ok," he giggled, wrapping his hands around my neck and kissing me again.
"c'mon, let's watch something on netflix," i chuckled, taking his hands and taking him to my bed. he giggled and laid on my bed, sprawled out on his back.
"jesus, you're actually so cute," i chuckled, sitting at the end of my bed with the remote in my hand.
"like i said earlier, i know," he giggled, scrambling to come and sit next to me. i put my arm over his shoulder and kissed his cheek, him resting his head on my shoulder.
"what do you wanna watch?" i asked.
"i don't know," he shrugged, watching me scroll through the various films and shows.
"oooh! that one! bojack horseman," he suddenly said, bursting out in fits of laughter.
"ok," i laughed with him, putting it on. he fell backwards and shuffled to the top of my bed, laying on his side. i grabbed my phone and shuffled next to him, kissing his cheek and taking a picture at the same time.
"stop it," he giggled, pecking my lips.
"you're so cute," i chuckled, looking at the picture. both of us were smiling, both of us looked genuinely happy.
"i've got a collection of pictures of you that i'm getting printed off next week. do you wanna see them?" grinned, adding that to the folder.
"yeah," he giggled softly.
"we have the og," i laughed, showing him the picture he'd taken in the mirror with me. he giggled.
"we have these ones - i have quite a few where you aren't looking," it one of him laughing at something i said, looking over my phone at me, and the one of him writing on the wall. there was a few more selfies, and we quickly came to the end. he suddenly gasped.
"what're we gonna do about brennen?! when he finds out!" he exclaimed loudly, looking extremely anxious.
"hey, calm down, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. and he won't do anything to you, i promise," i chuckled.
"ok," he sighed, snuggling into me.
"colby!" my mom yelled. i sighed and stood up.
"i'll be back in a second," i explained, unlocking my door and plodding downstairs.
"yes?" i said, looking around for my mom.
"i just got a message from the school that it's been snowed in and it's closed until further notice, so a couple of days i'm assuming, and i need to ask a couple of questions about sam," she chuckled.
"go ahead," i smiled at the sound of his name.
"1. is he gay?
2. if yes, are you two together?
3. is he transgender or does he just prefer feminine clothes?
4. does his mom know he's here?"

"1. i think so.
2. ..... yes.
3. prefers feminine clothes.
4. i don't think so, i'll go remind him to tell her now."

"ok."

"goodnight."

"goodnight." as she said it back, i headed back upstairs, shaking my head. i re-entered the room to see sam asleep on the bed.
"i was gone for two seconds," i chuckled, sliding into bed.
"sammy," i said softly, stroking his cheek with my thumb.
"mhm?" he lifted his head up.
"you need to tell your mom you're here. and school's closed for a couple days because it's been snowed in," i explained, him nodding.
"i was hoping we'd get a longer weekend," he giggled, stifling a yawn. he grabbed his phone and tapped a few times, then rang his mom. he put her on speaker and sat up, resting his head on my shoulder.
"hello?"
(s -sam m- sam's mom)
m- hello dear.
s- is it ok if i stay out tonight?
m- sure, where are you staying?
s- at colby's.
m- whos colby? is he the boy you like?
s- yeah (giggle).
m- ok dear, have fun.
s- will do.
m- see you soon.
s- bye.

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bruh y'all slacking in the comments on my last post

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