Hey guys, so since it's been a while I figured I'd upload a story I've been working on. It doesn't have a title just yet, and I have no idea where this story is going, so if you have title ideas comment them below :) So this is a boyxboy (boy loves boy) story, so please no hate if it's not your thing! Here's a sneak peak, lemme know what you think, and I may continue :)
Chapter One BoyxBoy
I stared out of my window, as I lightly placed my fingers on the frost that had accumulated on it the night before, when I had left it open. I didn't leave it open on purpose though, I had just been...otherwise occupied. I smirked to myself as I turned to look at the sleeping boy in my bed, his dark brown hair hung in front of his eyes, just grazing his parted lips.
"Devin," I whispered as I pushed the hair behind his ear. He stirred and his hand wove its way around my waist.
"Five more minutes," he groaned, and pulled me closer to him. I shook my head sadly, and slowly untangled myself from his arms.
"Devin, I have to go." I softly whispered, before standing up. This time his eyes opened and silent tears began to fall down his cheeks.
"I-I-I... I forgot." He stuttered, then jumped up into my arms. I hugged him to me, rubbing small, slow circles onto his back.
"It'll be okay, I'll E-mail you, and we can Skype whenever we get the chance." I smiled sadly, but he just frowned.
"B-b-but I'm gonna m-miss you, Jake!" He whimpered, then buried his head in my neck, quietly sobbing.
"Come on, it'll be alright. I promise."
"No it won't." He grumbled, as he stepped out of my arms, walked over to the window, and put his hand where mine had been. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his waist, then rested my head on his shoulder.
"It'll go by fast, you'll see," I kissed his cheek lightly "it won't even seem like I'm gone..."
I shook my head, trying to clear the memory of this morning out of my mind. I wouldn't be able to see Devin until graduation in two years, so what was the point of getting myself all worked up about it? I sighed, then continued to look out the window at the passing houses, biting my lip in anticipation of which one my father owned. I was still angry at my mom for sending me to 'visit' my dad for two years. Of course there was better job selection in the city, especially since we were only a fifteen minute walk from church street, the gayest neighborhood in Toronto. I'd had to quit my last job at Starbucks a couple weeks ago, it had been so hard to tell them, especially when my boss told me he was going to give me a promotion to assistant manager! I was so prepared to tell them I had changed my mind, and wasn't moving after all, but I knew I had to go, and I'd get more chances for great opportunities at my dad's.
I was so nervous when my mom told me I had to go to my dad's. I didn't really mind the whole two year thing, I figured if my dad and I would be hanging out, it would go by pretty quickly, but when I found out he had married a homophobic woman with two sons and a daughter, I wasn't as eager to go. To be honest, I outright refused. Then my mom reminded me that I would be able to make more money for college, and it would give her the chance to save up for a new house. I began to feel guilty that we had to live in a tiny apartment because of me, so my tune changed quickly, and I agreed.
"Almost there," my mom whispered. I could hear the tears in her voice, and reached my hand out to give her shoulder a quick squeeze over the back of her seat. I saw her smile in the rear view mirror, then she put her hand on mine and gave me a squeeze back. I sighed, trying to swallow the lump in my throat, pulled my hand back, then settled back into the backseat. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, I'd pretended to be straight before, apparently I was great at it...who was I kidding? This was going to suck, and not in a good way.
"We're here," my mom said slowly, taking deep breathes as she parked the car in front of a nice looking brick house. I practically dove out of my door and opened my mom's. she was already crying, which got me started. We hugged for a long time before either of us was ready to let the other go.
"Are you sure you don't want me to help you carry your bags?" She asked me, even though she knew she was in no shape to help me, especially since I only had a duffel bag and a suitcase.
"I'm sure, mom. I got it." I smiled at her after I had shut the trunk.
"Call me when you get home after school Monday," She yelled to me as I made my way up the pathway, "I love you Jake!" I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Me too," I shouted back. Straight guys didn't tell their moms they loved them. She waved as she drove away, and I felt the tears coming on again, but I shook my head, and knocked on the door. I was so afraid of what I'd find behind it. The next couple of minutes passed like hours, I could hear my heart beating like a cannon, but ten times as fast.
BUMP, BUMP...BUMP, BUMP