lost love

how did you get my #?

"Mmmm" type murmured biting his lower lip.
Type was on the floor shifting his body back and forth with a remote controller trying to beat tharns high score. It was a miracle tharns father wasent at home that day.
Tharns father did not like the fact type was gay and made sure to be home has much has possible. He allowed tharn to hang out with type but never alone. Tharn ignored that after they started dating.
Tharn was seated on the edge of the bed with a notebook to his leg,leaned partly down trying to figure out this formula.
"Hmmm this is difficult."
"Hmm did you carry the 1 and add the formula backwards with 1009?"
Tharns eyes went wide.
Figuring it out he shook his head.
Putting his notebook down he shifted to type to wrap his arms around his neck watching him beat his score.
"How can an art student be this good at engineering math?"
Then He brought a hand up to flick types forehead making him die.
Type chuckled putting the controller down. Then he brought his arms up to place his hands on tharns.
"Mmm i actually pay attention. Im also good at math. Unlike you who probably just looks at me the whole..."
Then type was on his back too the floor laughing. Tharn had taken his hands down to tickle types sides then he got on top of type.
"Your so vain type." He laughed.
Then he continued to tickle him.
"Hahaha i surrender i surrender." He laughed.
Tharn stopped to put his arms to the side while type put his arms above his head with a smile. Tharn looked type over.
"You are very cute."
Type took his arms above his head to put them on tharns face.
"Tharn even though it's only been a month since we started to date but ummm...."
Then type hesitated.
Tharns lips parted. He knew what type wanted to say.
He then leaned his head down to put his lips on types. They lathered there tongues in each other mouths sensually.
Departing tharn put his mouth to types ear.
"I love you type."
Types eyes Widen.
Then tharn leaned back to look at a surprised type.
"Your not..." Then he bit his lip.
Tharn chuckled.
"Im not drunk, experimenting or curious. Im in love with you type."
Type wore a huge grin.
"This isn't a mistake? You dont regret asking a boy out?"
Tharn shook his head.
Then type took his hands from his face to lean his body up to wrap them around his Neck.
"I love you tharn. Please always be my boyfriend."
"I will type...i will."
To the present.
Tharn woke up depressed.
He slowly got up to get confused.
Taking the back of his hand he whipped away tears.
Bringing his hand down he took a deep inhale when he saw the wetness.
Then he brought his knees to his chest.
Why do i have to have dreams like that?
Later tharn was seated at his kitchen table looking down at his phone seeing types number. While type was loading the art his phone dropped out his back pocket and tharn took it to get his number.
It had been 3 days and no word from him. His boss would have tharns number in there files.
Tharn didn't know what to do. Should i call? Should i text?
I should leave him be. He has a boyfriend and you have a fiance.
Tharn rolled his eyes and gulped. He wasn't truthful with type about that.
Maybe they could be just friends. They were once.
Breathing in he texted the number.
Type was in his studio sitting down painting.
Feeling the vibration he pulled out his phone to look with furrowed eye brows.
Who is this?
Tharn: type?
Type: um. Yes. Who is this?
Tharn: its tharn. Its been 3 days.
Types eyes widen.
Type: how did you get my number?
Tharn: from your phone.
Type looked forward then he signed.
Type: what do you want?
Tharn: i was hoping for an answer.
Type: i told you not to hold your breathe. I cant talk now im painting.
Tharn gritted his teeth.
Tharn: do you want me to actually hold my breathe? I will type.
Type unexpectedly chuckled then shook his head in disgust.
Type: yes.
Tharn: okay.
Types lips parted. Minutes ticked by.
Type: your not actually holding your breathe are you?
Tharn: yes. Starting to get light headed.
Type rolled his eyes.
Type: your a drama queen.
He waited a few more minutes no texts. Type started to get worried
Type: you better be lying.
Nothing.
Type: tharn?
Still nothing.
Type:damn you tharn this is not funny.
Still nothing.
Type started to bit his inner cheek.
Type: okay. Okay. We can try just text me back!
Tharn started to laugh.
Tharn: really?
Type: asshole.
Tharn: are we friends?
Type furrowed his eye brows in frustration.
Type: mmm ill put you into a probationary period. We can try but we are not friends right now.
Tharn: okay. What are you doing this Friday?
Type narrowed his eyes.
Type:im busy this whole month.
He smiled.
Tharn: next month?
Type signed. Tharn called his bluff.
Type: on march 4th i have a show at 5. My boyfriend will be with me. You should bring your girlfriend too.
Type rose an eye brow.
Tharn grimanced. I can say yes now and lie later.
Tharn: okay. We will be there. Text me address next month.
Types eyes widen.
Then he put his phone in his pocket.
Type then hit his forehead on his painting. Kon and him didn't label there relationship. He didn't like too lie.
Then types eyes widen.
He got up in a rush to put his head in the sink rubbing his head.
Turning around he grabbed a towel whipping the blue paint from his forehead.
Damn it.
With his body leaned to the sink he started to get mad at himself.
Type didn't like to lie. Kon and him were just going with the flow even though kon expressed the Desire for more.
Type signed then threw the towel to the floor to wrap his arms around his chest in frustration.
"This is a bad idea." He frowned.