Never Letting Go / Solby

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colby's pov
(monday afternoon)
"i'm gonna take you back home to your mom and sister, they're probably dying for you to tell them all about yesterday," i chuckled with a sigh, sam under my arm.
"you're probably right. i'm keeping this hoodie though," he giggled, smiling.
"i assumed that the minute i let you wear it," i chuckled. he asked for a hoodie, so i answered his requests, and he styled it pretty well. he'd put the skirt and tights back on from yesterday, and tucked the hoodie into it. it was a grey champion hoodie, and it complimented his complexion perfectly.
"c'mon then," i sighed, holding out my hand to help him up.
"b-but you're not dressed," he gulped, looking at my abs.
"are you complaining?" i said huskily, pressing him against my bedroom door with a hand on his waist.
"n-no," he breathed, looking me up and down before kissing me. i pulled away.
"let's go. i'll still be here tomorrow," i grinned, taking his hand and leading him to the car.

"you listen to peep?" i asked, pulling out a cd from my glove box.
"hell yeah!" sam giggled, watching as i put the cd in the slot. it was his singles, that weren't involved with his albums. 'Kiss' came on, and i was prepared to sing my heart out whilst driving, and judging by his face, so was sam.

"and that's real shit, keep it real bitch, i'm a goth boy, kinda like my whole clique, you a bad one, we should have fun, let's fuck in the all-black benz truck, six racks on, six packs gone, i'm a bad boy, we ain't gonna last long, i could make you, i could break you, baby think of all the places i could take you," we both sang in sync, both of us laughing and smiling.

"thanks for driving me," sam giggled, reaching over and hugging me once we'd pulled up outside of his house.
"my pleasure," i chuckled, hugging him back and giving him a quick kiss before he jumped out of the car.
"love you," he grinned as he closed the door.
"love you too," i said back quietly, watching as he walked up the path to his house, entering the building. i drove off once i saw him safely inside, blasting music as i went.

"d'he get home ok?" my mom asked as i walked back into the house.
"mhm. made sure of it," i smiled gently, sitting down on the sofa.
"so.. how's it going? your relationship, i mean," she asked, curious.
"honestly, i think i'm the happiest i've ever been in my life, and that about sums it up," i blushed as i spoke, man-spreading slightly as i sat.
"aww. well, i'm happy for you. i just don't understand why you didn't tell me in the first place?" she said in a questioning tone.
"i don't know.. i guess i was afraid of being judged. even though you're the most loving, caring person in the world, coming out to you sounded like the end of the world to me. and now i've actually came out, that fear seems so stupid and irrational, why on earth would you judge me for being gay? and i should've known you already knew, it's pretty easy to tell i am," i laughed, leaning back on the sofa.
"tell me about it," she laughed with me.
"i love you, mom. thanks for being there when i need you," i sighed, her pulling me into a hug.
"i love you too, colby. no matter who you are," she squeezed me gently and i laughed, her releasing me from her grip.
"i'm gonna go upstairs, i'll be down in a bit," i patted her shoulder softly as i stood up.
"ok," she said quietly. that was the first loving, caring interaction i'd had with my mom in months. and gage was gone, back to college. i sighed and flopped down onto my bed, not even bothering to close the curtain. i pulled my phone out and smiled, messaging sam.

'hey gorgeous x' i typed, then deleted it.
'you ok? x' i typed. too clingy. i groaned. he was my boyfriend, i should be able to message him.
'hey. you ok? x' i settled with that, hitting send, waiting for a response.

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