Closet Case(boyxboy)

Chapter 3

THE NEXT DAY
Damien's pov
I held Jonah's hand as we walked to school. I was proud to have him as my boyfriend, and it didn't hurt that he lived only a block away. I gripped my skateboard in my free hand and everything felt... right.
"Hey fags!" I hear a familiar voice yell from behind us. it was my brother, chad, and two of his jock friends on bikes. I turn around and I'm met with one of his husky friends speeding at Jonah on his bike. I drop his hand and shove him into the ditch. grabbing my board in both hands I swing hard, hitting the guy in the face. he falls backwards and his bike topples over, he's pissed. but he just lies on the pavement holding his face.
"Jonah run!" I say looking at a terrified Jonah.
"No you'll get hurt!" He yells back. as chad petals over to us quickly I step aside and throw my board under his front wheel. the bike flips forward and I don't have time to see what happens because I grab Jonah's hand and we run through the nearby yard. We keep running for what feels like hours until we come to the skatepark I used as a kid. having came here every day of my childhood I knew it like the back of my hand. I also knew that there were small hollow spaces beneath one of the ramps. I grip my boyfriends hand and run behind the biggest ramp, I drop to the ground and pull him down with me, crawling into the small space about two feet high and three feet wide. once inside we stand up. nobody knew it but... this is pretty much where I live. I flip a switch and a series of flashlights shine down on us from the walls.

Jonah's POV
Light quickly fills the huge space. Im astonished as I look around. it's quite cleaner than one might expect. a small cot in one corner, made with a pillow and a small blanket. A cooler beside that. a large suitcase filled with clothes.
"Do you... do you live here?" I ask in amazement. he walks over and plops down on the cot.
"Home sweet home" he sighs. I see a small tin can and see that there's a wad of money in it.
"How'd you get that?" I saying, frightened he may have stolen it.
"I skate for a living. I set out the can and when I skate, people drop money in. it was unintentional at first, but now it's a business." he laughs. "Hey you hungry?" He asks.
"Shouldn't we go to school?" I say
"Well I only went because you were there. and now you're here." he says matter-of-factly.
" So what now? You just drop out? " I laugh. he stands up and grabs both my hands. he leans in and whispers in my ear, "only if you will."