~* All I own is the poem*~
Fulton POV
It was two days after the party and I was still on cloud nine. Graduation was the next day and the entire senior class was sitting in the auditorium practicing for the commencement ceremony. It goes in alphabetical order by last name so I'm somewhere towards the end, leaving me to spend more time staring at the back of Portman's head since he's sitting directly in front of me. I don't think I'd been that happy in years, I was totally lost in my daydreams when I heard my name being called.
"Mr. Reed, Mr. Reed, Fulton Reed." That sounded like Dean Buckley, because it was Dean Buckley. Oops. "Nice of you to join us Fulton, would you care to accompany the rest of your row to the stage?"
Oh boy, I had been so lost in my own fantasy world that I missed my line getting up. I just hoped no one noticed what was holding my attention for so long. I'd managed to keep my sexual preference on the down low since I was twelve. I would've definitely sucked to have my cover blown that close to the end. I was especially concerned about how Charlie would take it. I think we were really the only two that completely buy that Ducks stick together thing. The only two that went to that game in the peewees when Bombay pissed the team off and the only two that didn't want to play if we couldn't be Ducks. So I imagine he'd be totally pissed if he found out I'd been gay for six years and never told him. Luckily though nobody said anything.
After rehearsal we all met in the quad to talk out any last minute plans we may've had and the out of state team members were confirming flight plans with the rest of us, so we could go see them off. That slightly depressed me, I knew Dean was going back to Chicago; I simply wanted to forget it. If I made believe it wasn't going to happen then maybe it wouldn't. He pulled me aside from the team, but not far enough that it looked suspicious and whispered.
"Do Banks and Charlie look oddly close today?"
I glanced over at Captain Duck and our fair-haired center and observed that they were in fact unusually chummy with their hands almost touching and their shoulders brushing as they stood there. I didn't want to be reading into things that weren't there, but it seemed apparent to me something wasn't normal between them. I had always suspected Adam as being a closet case though. He was one of if not the most popular guy in our class and yet never had a girl. That always seemed very weird. But Conway he'd had a few girls in his time at Eden Hall, leaving something not quiet settling about what we were seeing. It was almost as if Banksie was the most content I'd ever seen him, Charlie seemed nervous in the first time since I've known him. That would be an interesting relationship to monitor; I made a mental note to keep an eye on them for the rest of the week.
We stood there talking for a while before everyone decided there was somewhere else they had to be at that exact moment, something else they had to be doing. Portman and I didn't really; we were already packed and had cleaned our room. So covertly we slipped out to the pond behind the school. It was surrounded by a botanical garden and had been one of my favorite places to spend time. Anytime I wasn't with the guys I would sit there and watch the light reflect off the water, thinking. Many times Charlie chewed me a new asshole because he called an extra practice and no one could find me to tell me. Despite that I never did tell anyone where I was, not even Portman. But that day I brought him with me it was special.
"You know they say the best part of breaking up is getting back together." I said with a stupid starry-eyed grin on my leaning on Portman's arm.
"I wrote you a poem last night." He fishes in his pocket and produces a folded white sheet of paper. "It's corny but I really feel this way."
"Not all angels exist only in heaven
I met one right here on Earth
On those lonely days I wanted to die
You were always there on your shoulder I'd cry
You truly are an angel here on Earth
In love with you I've always been
You must be a gift from above
The way you filled my life with love
Thank god for sending you to me
We're positively meant to be
Every time I look into your eyes
I feel happy warm and safe
When I was lonely lost or scared
It was all right I knew you cared
You've got an angel's precious face
From the lord you are a prize"
Is it just me or should my boyfriend be working for Hallmark?
"I'm going to miss you." I nestled my head against his chest as his hand took mine.
"Let's not talk about that right now, right now we're together and that's all that matters."
He kissed my forehead and lay back on the grass bringing me with him. It was so sweet to sleep with my arms around him. I hadn't done that in forever, there was no way both of us were going to fit on one of those standard issue Eden Hall beds. That night came to the decision I was never letting him out of my sight. All I had to do was figure out how to pull it off.
Fulton POV
It was two days after the party and I was still on cloud nine. Graduation was the next day and the entire senior class was sitting in the auditorium practicing for the commencement ceremony. It goes in alphabetical order by last name so I'm somewhere towards the end, leaving me to spend more time staring at the back of Portman's head since he's sitting directly in front of me. I don't think I'd been that happy in years, I was totally lost in my daydreams when I heard my name being called.
"Mr. Reed, Mr. Reed, Fulton Reed." That sounded like Dean Buckley, because it was Dean Buckley. Oops. "Nice of you to join us Fulton, would you care to accompany the rest of your row to the stage?"
Oh boy, I had been so lost in my own fantasy world that I missed my line getting up. I just hoped no one noticed what was holding my attention for so long. I'd managed to keep my sexual preference on the down low since I was twelve. I would've definitely sucked to have my cover blown that close to the end. I was especially concerned about how Charlie would take it. I think we were really the only two that completely buy that Ducks stick together thing. The only two that went to that game in the peewees when Bombay pissed the team off and the only two that didn't want to play if we couldn't be Ducks. So I imagine he'd be totally pissed if he found out I'd been gay for six years and never told him. Luckily though nobody said anything.
After rehearsal we all met in the quad to talk out any last minute plans we may've had and the out of state team members were confirming flight plans with the rest of us, so we could go see them off. That slightly depressed me, I knew Dean was going back to Chicago; I simply wanted to forget it. If I made believe it wasn't going to happen then maybe it wouldn't. He pulled me aside from the team, but not far enough that it looked suspicious and whispered.
"Do Banks and Charlie look oddly close today?"
I glanced over at Captain Duck and our fair-haired center and observed that they were in fact unusually chummy with their hands almost touching and their shoulders brushing as they stood there. I didn't want to be reading into things that weren't there, but it seemed apparent to me something wasn't normal between them. I had always suspected Adam as being a closet case though. He was one of if not the most popular guy in our class and yet never had a girl. That always seemed very weird. But Conway he'd had a few girls in his time at Eden Hall, leaving something not quiet settling about what we were seeing. It was almost as if Banksie was the most content I'd ever seen him, Charlie seemed nervous in the first time since I've known him. That would be an interesting relationship to monitor; I made a mental note to keep an eye on them for the rest of the week.
We stood there talking for a while before everyone decided there was somewhere else they had to be at that exact moment, something else they had to be doing. Portman and I didn't really; we were already packed and had cleaned our room. So covertly we slipped out to the pond behind the school. It was surrounded by a botanical garden and had been one of my favorite places to spend time. Anytime I wasn't with the guys I would sit there and watch the light reflect off the water, thinking. Many times Charlie chewed me a new asshole because he called an extra practice and no one could find me to tell me. Despite that I never did tell anyone where I was, not even Portman. But that day I brought him with me it was special.
"You know they say the best part of breaking up is getting back together." I said with a stupid starry-eyed grin on my leaning on Portman's arm.
"I wrote you a poem last night." He fishes in his pocket and produces a folded white sheet of paper. "It's corny but I really feel this way."
"Not all angels exist only in heaven
I met one right here on Earth
On those lonely days I wanted to die
You were always there on your shoulder I'd cry
You truly are an angel here on Earth
In love with you I've always been
You must be a gift from above
The way you filled my life with love
Thank god for sending you to me
We're positively meant to be
Every time I look into your eyes
I feel happy warm and safe
When I was lonely lost or scared
It was all right I knew you cared
You've got an angel's precious face
From the lord you are a prize"
Is it just me or should my boyfriend be working for Hallmark?
"I'm going to miss you." I nestled my head against his chest as his hand took mine.
"Let's not talk about that right now, right now we're together and that's all that matters."
He kissed my forehead and lay back on the grass bringing me with him. It was so sweet to sleep with my arms around him. I hadn't done that in forever, there was no way both of us were going to fit on one of those standard issue Eden Hall beds. That night came to the decision I was never letting him out of my sight. All I had to do was figure out how to pull it off.