"C'mon Nicky!" Jeff called, pulling his boyfriend to the edge of the bus.
"Jeff, we're going to get in trouble!" Nick said, furrowing his brows together.
"Oh my god, Nick. It's the last day of school, and we're graduating tomorrow. They can't touch us! The least we can do is have some fun!" Still trying to haul Nick behind him.
Nick rested his face in his hands. "Fine, but if we get in trouble, it's on you." He mumbled.
"Yay!" Jeff squealed, and continued to race to the end of the isle. Pushing student's legs out of the way and jumping over backpacks.
The bus came to a stop and Jeff screamed out to the other eighth graders, "NOW, NOW, NOW!" A short kid swung open the emergency door and the students piled out, sprinting down the street. They could hear the faint screams of a tubby, old bus driver but they kept running. They were never going to seehim again.
"Jeff, they're going to find us, Jeff, come on, no this isn't cool come on keep running!" Nick was freaking out to say the least. He was always the worrier. "Jeff, we're almost to my house, but keep running! Hopefully they didn't already call my parents because when they do I think I have a plan for both of us because it wasn't everyone's idea it was just ours -well actually yours- but Jeff we're going to get in trouble with the police or-" Jeff quickly cut him off with a kiss on the lips.
"Nick. Calm. Down." Jeff kissed Nick again, softer this time. "The bus already left. He really doesn't care. Trust me." Nick simply sighed and took Jeff's outstretched hand with his and they walked to his house.
Jeff greeted Mrs. Duval, who was in the kitchen, obviously preparing dinner. She gave him a warm smile and Nick placed his straight-A report card on the counter before leading the both of them up to his room. Closing the door behind him, he turned to find that Jeff wasn't there.
"Jeff?" Nick looked around his room, under his bed, in his bathroom. Jeff seemed to have disappeared, which is weird because Nick could usually find the bleach-blonde hair from miles away.
"In here, Nicky!" A voice called from the closet.
Nick laughed as he opened the door, "Jeff, get out of the closet already." He winked.
Jeff snorted, "Hah. Very funny. Sh. Is this what you're wearing to graduation?" He asked, holding up a bright blue tuxedo.
Nick blushed, "Well, my mom thought it looked good, but I still don't know… It was my dad's, but I don't have anything else…"
Jeff stared at him, "Nick, you can't wear this."
"But Jeffy! I don't have anything else! You know I don't like dressing up."
"You can wear one of my suits." Jeff offered.
"Yeah, that'll work. You're like, 3 times as long as me." Nick countered, Jeff standing up in front of him, proving his point.
"Just please, Nick…" Jeff wrapped his arms around Nick's middle, Nick looking up at Jeff. "Anything but that."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Fine, Jeff. But if I look ridiculous, it'll be on your conscience."
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Jeff waved him off, grabbed his report card and his certificate for 'Most Likely To Become Famous' he won, and led Nick outside, and they went to his house.
"Nick Duval." A dull voice ran out. Nick stumbled up to the podium, his pant cuffs slowly unraveling. He shook his hands until they appeared under the light pink gown and black jacket from Jeff's suit. He shook the superintendent's hand and nearly tripped down the stairs. He shot a dirty look at where the kids with last names that started with S stood. He saw a bright head, and his eyes focused on Jeff, holding his hand above his mouth, his face red from laughter. Nick just giggled to himself, his boyfriend could be such a child sometimes.