Portman's POV
I don't think I've ever felt as low and scummy as I did when I drove Maryann from the house that day. Stupid, nagging, guilty conscience. Fulton however seemed to think it was the most romantic thing ever, added to my heart felt confession of love my boyfriend was practically swooning.
"So what are we gonna do today?" He murmured against me lips
"This is goof." I grunted switching positions so I was on top of him on the couch. I don't know what had suddenly gotten into me but I wanted him right there in my parents living room.
"Um Dean, what if someone comes home?" Okay that killed the mood
"Good point" I agreed rolling off him and hitting the floor with a thud
"Okay that wasn't the reaction I was hoping for. I was thinking along the lines of 'I love you, who cares what my family thinks."
"Sure easy for you to say, you wouldn't be the homeless one."
"Oh please Portman you're parents rock, they wouldn't care."
"Correction, my mom rocks, my father has all the tender warmness of a rock. He will not welcome thing with open arms. You know that already."
"I think we should tell them, then we can tell mine. Come on we can do it together." He pushed
"What is it with you? All of a sudden you're in a hurry to tell people, you said on the plane you were terrified that it Mom and Dad found out they'd make you go home."
"That was before I knew you loved me, now I think we can deal with it."
"I dunno, I'll think about it alright?"
"Yeah. So what do you think you're a family will say about Maryann."
"Mom'll be upset cuz she already had us married, Dad thinks I need a nice girl to calm me down, Tiffany idolized her and Jason… he thought she was hot. No one will be happy."
"Sept us."
Except us." I picked up hand and squeezed it, it was great having my boy friend back "Come on I want to show you something." I shot up from the couch tugging him along by the hand. First we went back down to my room where he proceeded to tell me he'd already seen my bedroom. Why did I put up with him and all his shit. Because I loved the big goof ball, duh, now I remember.
"We're just getting out blades. I realize you've seen my room before." I sighed picking up my roller blades and tossing them over my shoulder "Now get yours and lets go."
We laced up on the front stoop and then took off.
"You know you should tell me where we're going." He prodded as we skated along side of each other.
We were as close as possible without actually touching, trying to avoid being obvious. Fulton may have decided it was the right time to come out to our families but I wasn't ready for the rest of the world to know the Bash Brothers were Gay Lovers. Plus I liked having him to myself, guys didn't hit on him because they didn't hit on him because they thought he was straight and he didn't flirt back with girls because he wasn't. I think I had the best of both worlds.
"I should." I lamented "But I'm not."
"Tease."
"Yup."
We zoomed across the familiar Chicago streets together like two trouble making teenage best friends, people giving us the evil eye as we past. One old lady even crossed onto the other side of the street to avoid us. Finally we got to where we were going, the playground of my old elementary school.
"Okay Portman it looks like fun but I think we're a little big for the swings dude."
"Must you question everything?" I scowled
"Yes I must, it's tragic." He quipped mockingly
"Just shut up and follow me." I beckoned with my finger as I headed for the slide
"Yes dear." He mocked again
"Fulton Reed, I brought you here cuz I had something sorta special in mind. Now if you don't cut the shit, we'll leave." Oh no, that was bad, I was becoming my father. It worked though; he put himself on mute and followed me. We had to crawl on our stomachs to fit through the opening to get into the space under the slide. Luckily there was room enough to sit up once we were beneath it.
"You dragged me on a half hour skating adventure to sit under a slide?" Fulton crossed his arms and squinted his eyes at me
"No, I brought you here to see me do this." I pulled the permanent marker out of my pocket.
"What are you gonna do tattoo your name on my arm like that scull you had on your arm at the Goodwill games. Which magically disappeared may I add."
"You know the more you talk the less I want to do this." I was lying out of my ass, he could've kicked me in the nuts while telling me he'd been fucking my sister and ran over my dog and it wouldn't have deterred me from what I had in mind. I uncapped the marker, picked out a relatively clear spot and scribbled down D.E.P + F.J.R. 4 ever. Maryann had begged me to write ours up there the whole summer prior so I did, I wrote them in pencil and they were so faded you couldn't make out if it said D.E.P luvz M.M.L or it was hieroglyphics, I could still read it though because I knew it was there. That of course only made me feel like the worlds biggest scum bag, I wondered what she was doing right then, was she crying over me or worse?
"What are you thinking about?" I had almost forgotten I wasn't alone, leave it to Fulton to figure out I was on another planet mentally.
"Nothin." Yeah I lied again big deal. What was I suppose to say? 'The girl I dumped today for you, I really liked her and feel awful.'
"Good, then you can kiss me." Frisky, hmmm, frisky was good.
Don't ask how we managed to do what we did next in that small area we were crammed it. It defies all Newton's laws and other logic, but it was kind of nice. I think, I didn't have anything to compare it to rather then Maryann and well that was very different. How lame to I sound, I was in love with the guy for six years and that's how long it took for us to 'sleep' together. That however made any doubt I may have had final I was gay.
I don't think I've ever felt as low and scummy as I did when I drove Maryann from the house that day. Stupid, nagging, guilty conscience. Fulton however seemed to think it was the most romantic thing ever, added to my heart felt confession of love my boyfriend was practically swooning.
"So what are we gonna do today?" He murmured against me lips
"This is goof." I grunted switching positions so I was on top of him on the couch. I don't know what had suddenly gotten into me but I wanted him right there in my parents living room.
"Um Dean, what if someone comes home?" Okay that killed the mood
"Good point" I agreed rolling off him and hitting the floor with a thud
"Okay that wasn't the reaction I was hoping for. I was thinking along the lines of 'I love you, who cares what my family thinks."
"Sure easy for you to say, you wouldn't be the homeless one."
"Oh please Portman you're parents rock, they wouldn't care."
"Correction, my mom rocks, my father has all the tender warmness of a rock. He will not welcome thing with open arms. You know that already."
"I think we should tell them, then we can tell mine. Come on we can do it together." He pushed
"What is it with you? All of a sudden you're in a hurry to tell people, you said on the plane you were terrified that it Mom and Dad found out they'd make you go home."
"That was before I knew you loved me, now I think we can deal with it."
"I dunno, I'll think about it alright?"
"Yeah. So what do you think you're a family will say about Maryann."
"Mom'll be upset cuz she already had us married, Dad thinks I need a nice girl to calm me down, Tiffany idolized her and Jason… he thought she was hot. No one will be happy."
"Sept us."
Except us." I picked up hand and squeezed it, it was great having my boy friend back "Come on I want to show you something." I shot up from the couch tugging him along by the hand. First we went back down to my room where he proceeded to tell me he'd already seen my bedroom. Why did I put up with him and all his shit. Because I loved the big goof ball, duh, now I remember.
"We're just getting out blades. I realize you've seen my room before." I sighed picking up my roller blades and tossing them over my shoulder "Now get yours and lets go."
We laced up on the front stoop and then took off.
"You know you should tell me where we're going." He prodded as we skated along side of each other.
We were as close as possible without actually touching, trying to avoid being obvious. Fulton may have decided it was the right time to come out to our families but I wasn't ready for the rest of the world to know the Bash Brothers were Gay Lovers. Plus I liked having him to myself, guys didn't hit on him because they didn't hit on him because they thought he was straight and he didn't flirt back with girls because he wasn't. I think I had the best of both worlds.
"I should." I lamented "But I'm not."
"Tease."
"Yup."
We zoomed across the familiar Chicago streets together like two trouble making teenage best friends, people giving us the evil eye as we past. One old lady even crossed onto the other side of the street to avoid us. Finally we got to where we were going, the playground of my old elementary school.
"Okay Portman it looks like fun but I think we're a little big for the swings dude."
"Must you question everything?" I scowled
"Yes I must, it's tragic." He quipped mockingly
"Just shut up and follow me." I beckoned with my finger as I headed for the slide
"Yes dear." He mocked again
"Fulton Reed, I brought you here cuz I had something sorta special in mind. Now if you don't cut the shit, we'll leave." Oh no, that was bad, I was becoming my father. It worked though; he put himself on mute and followed me. We had to crawl on our stomachs to fit through the opening to get into the space under the slide. Luckily there was room enough to sit up once we were beneath it.
"You dragged me on a half hour skating adventure to sit under a slide?" Fulton crossed his arms and squinted his eyes at me
"No, I brought you here to see me do this." I pulled the permanent marker out of my pocket.
"What are you gonna do tattoo your name on my arm like that scull you had on your arm at the Goodwill games. Which magically disappeared may I add."
"You know the more you talk the less I want to do this." I was lying out of my ass, he could've kicked me in the nuts while telling me he'd been fucking my sister and ran over my dog and it wouldn't have deterred me from what I had in mind. I uncapped the marker, picked out a relatively clear spot and scribbled down D.E.P + F.J.R. 4 ever. Maryann had begged me to write ours up there the whole summer prior so I did, I wrote them in pencil and they were so faded you couldn't make out if it said D.E.P luvz M.M.L or it was hieroglyphics, I could still read it though because I knew it was there. That of course only made me feel like the worlds biggest scum bag, I wondered what she was doing right then, was she crying over me or worse?
"What are you thinking about?" I had almost forgotten I wasn't alone, leave it to Fulton to figure out I was on another planet mentally.
"Nothin." Yeah I lied again big deal. What was I suppose to say? 'The girl I dumped today for you, I really liked her and feel awful.'
"Good, then you can kiss me." Frisky, hmmm, frisky was good.
Don't ask how we managed to do what we did next in that small area we were crammed it. It defies all Newton's laws and other logic, but it was kind of nice. I think, I didn't have anything to compare it to rather then Maryann and well that was very different. How lame to I sound, I was in love with the guy for six years and that's how long it took for us to 'sleep' together. That however made any doubt I may have had final I was gay.