Take a Picture, It Lasts Longer

Take a Picture, it Lasts Longer {3}

A/N- I keep messing up on the chapter titles sorry ;-;

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Taylor walked me all the way to the end of the school field. He told me he had something to tell me. He squeezed my hand as we made our way all the way to the end.

"Now what is it?" I asked him curiously, sitting down. He sat next to me, still holding my hand. I could see kids off in the distance, looking at us. Second graders weren't supposed to be this far out in the field.

Taylor gulped nervously. His little 7 year old body trembling. With another tight squeeze to the hand, he spit out the words.

"I love you." He said confidently. His words made my stomach clench and my hear skip a beat. I bounced a little eagerly.

"I-I love you too!" I shrieked, and then whispered sorry after I realized how loud I had been.

"No, Liam. I love you in a different way. The way your daddy loves your mommy." he said.

I tilted my head in confusion. Of course I knew that's what he meant.

"I know." I smiled and hugged him. I was so happy. I knew I've liked him since last year. When I told my dad about it, he thought it was 'cute'. He froze for a moment, but then hugged me back tightly.

He finally let go and looked at me. "Liam. Can I kiss you? You know, like grown ups do?" He asked nervously, fidgeting his fingers.

I nodded. He leaned in, slowly and nervously. I couldn't wait for his lips to touch mine, to feel them at last. But when our lips were nearly going to touch, everything turned darker.

We were back on the black top, near the basket ball courts. Taylor held my hand. People surrounded us, laughing. I could hear words such as 'gross', 'weird', and people 'eww'ing. I could even hear a teacher say 'faggots'. I turned to Taylor, but he faced the other way. I could see his dad behind him. He yelled something I couldn't understand. Taylor let go of my hand and went to his dad, without even saying anything, or even looking at me. I couldn't see his face, but I could see his dad walking away with Taylor behind him. The rest of the kids continued to laugh, still calling me names. I layed on the floor, hugging myself. I cried and cried Taylor's name, but he never came back. I heard my name and looked up. A kid named Adrian looked down at me and smirked.

"Liam!"

My eyes shot open. I was breathing heavily and sweating. I turned to see Taylor, looking concerned.

"I think you were having a nightmare." he said, helping me sit up.

"Well at first it was nice. Then it turned bad." I shrugged.

He cocked his head. "What were you dreaming about?"

I blushed and looked away. "Nothing. It's just a dream I have like all the time, so it's nothing." I said waving my hand dismissively.

Taylor decided not to go any further. He got off his bed, helping me up. "Lets go get breakfast. But first you need to change. Borrow some of my close. In that drawer." he said pointing at it. I nodded and I took some dark jeans and t-shirt. Taylor also changed into jeans and a jacket. When we headed out he grabbing a beanie, slinging it on his head. I followed him to the kitchen.

"Goodmorning Taylor" his mom greeted and then looked at me and smiled. "Oh, Liam, I didn't know you spent the night."

"I let him spend the night." Taylor told her. More like made me spend the night.

Taylor tossed me a poptart, and I took it even though I hated them. I shoved it in my backpack.

"You're not gonna eat it?" He asked.