[BoyxBoy] ✓ I Fell In Love With An Emo Boy

44. SANCTUARY

Timothy and I were out for a walk. It was windy but sunny and hot. After crying in his arms Timothy suggested getting out. Mostly because I couldn't stand to look at Joe right now.

We were lying in the grass on a little hill. Timothy was facing me, leaning against my chest.

I ran my hands through his hair.

"I like your hair like this." I mused.

"Really?"

"Yeah." I swished it around. "It's soft. And I can pull it if I need you to listen to me." I proceeded to pull him closer by his hair.

"Ow! Josh!" He chuckled.

He leaned down and gave me a kiss. Then he picked a dandelion and started picking off the petals.

"I just don't wanna move back in with my dad." I sighed. "I know him, he'll start drinking in no time plus I just don't wanna leave."

"Why not?"

I sighed. "You know why."

Timothy smiled at me. Then he pecked my lips once more. "Say it." He said quietly, raising the hairs on my arms.

"I wanna be close to you." I mumbled.

"Come again?"

"Shut up! You heard me, asshole!" I pushed him gently and he laughed.

He placed a different dandelion behind my ear.

"What, you thought since he likes boys now he might as well become a flower girl?" I complained.

"It looks cute." T grabbed his phone from his pocket.

He straddled my legs and when I wanted to sit up he pushed me back down.

"Let me take a picture first."

"Hell no! I'm not being documented like this!"

"Come on! I have way worse pictures of you."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Some of them involving skirts and stuffed animals.."

I sighed. He had a point there. "Hurry up." I grumbled.

T smiled and took a bunch of pictures of me in the grass with my little dandelion ear piece. It was so lame but he looked happy. And having him so close to me made me happy.

God, how come I've never felt like this? Is this... love? Is this what it's supposed to feel like? Cause I feel like I can't get bored of him.

Fuck.. I think I love him.

Like.. walk into a burning building because I just had to see you type of love. 

Holy shit.

"Why so scared? I'm not gonna share them if that's what you think."

"No, I know." I mumbled absently.

Timothy cocked his head and gave me a concerned look. "Everything okay?"

Why does he look at me that way? It's always this deep, caring look in his eyes.

Timothy stroked my chest.

I sighed and stared at the sky.

"Everything's fine."

"Your heart's racing." Timothy said, his hand on my heart.

I took a breath. "Yeah?"

"Mhm." He started stroking again. "Are you nervous?"

I shook my head. I grabbed Timothy's free hand and intertwined our fingers.