"Grounded? But then you can't come to the funeral with me" Andy frowned, picking at yet another sandwich, throwing it at the portable walls, I shrugged.

"Don't worry, I'll pretend to have a break down over exams or something. I'll be coming" I gave him a promising look, he sighed

"They should let you go if they have a soul"

"That's the thing" I laughed, sitting on top of him, pulling the sandwich off him. "They don't"

He smiled and kissed me quickly.

"Did your dad really call us fags with legs like 12 year old girls?" He bit his lip

"Honestly, be more concerned as to why he's looking at 12 year old girls' legs in the first place"

We both laughed, I smiled

"How do you do that?" He asked

"Do what?" I wondered

"Somehow turn every negative thing I think about into a positive?"

"I'm your boyfriend, i bring the positivity" I smirked, cupping his face, he chuckled, leaning in

"Right..."

I pinned his head against the wall, grabbing tight on his hair as I kissed him passionately, he pulled me closer, pinning me against him as we kissed deeply, remembering to lightly inhale and exhale. God, I was so lucky to have him.

We stopped kissing once the bell rang, I pulled away slowly, his lips holding onto mine for a second longer.

"That's our queue...I love you" I whispered, kissing his cheek as I got up, running to my next class. Physical Education warm up, I suppose.

"Mum please! Can I please not be grounded anymore! Andy's grandma is dead, I just want to be there to comfort him!" I only raised my voice the slightest as she grated the carrots for dinner.

"You've only been grounded for 3 days"

"Yeah, and I've been in love with him for three months!" I felt myself begin to cry from being angry

"Shaun-"

I stormed off, slamming my bedroom door behind me. My parents were unfair to me. The second it's something that matters to me, they won't give a shit. Don't they remember what happened back when we lived in Newcastle? How can they not remember me on the floor, throwing my guts up. We moved so I could start fresh, and they just make me feel lower each time.

"Dinners ready!" Mum called out, I laid in my bed, listening to the rush of my family's feet running to the table, clinking glasses and forks and knives on plates. I wasn't even hungry, I actually was feeling like shit. Maybe I didn't need to fake a break down. Moments like this is where Andy would fart and giggle like a 3 year old and make me gag yet laugh so hard I cried. I adored him, so much and I think I'm falling harder and harder because he's the only one I want. Ever.

Maybe it was the silence, or the stress of exams, but even in an empty room I felt held down. I hate these nights, I hate being grounded. Maybe I could sneak out and sneak in Andy's window.

I heard three knocks on the door before It opened "Shaun?" My mum spoke softly, closing the door slowly, I rolled over and looked at her

"Are you really in love with Andy?"

"From the moment I saw him" I mumbled

"You sure?"

I nodded

"Never felt anything like this, mum"

She sighed and sat on my bed

"And you really want to go to this funeral?"

"He needs me..."

Mum stroked my hair softly with a smile "fine, you can go...and you're not grounded, we're sorry we did. Things are always difficult around here and we have to know you have issues too"

I sat up and hugged my mum

"Thank you..."

"Love you Shaun"

"Love you mum"