Adam's POV
My eyes opened the next morning when I went to roll over and crashed into Charlie. His cheeks lifted into a cockeyed grin but he kept his eyes tightly closed. I poked him in the rib and he jumped, flopping over so his back was to me.
"My parents are going to kill me." I declared placing my chin on his arm.
"I'll protect you." He yawned. "Go back to sleep."
I growled and poked him again.
"It's morning, get up, we have classes."
"What time is it?" Charlie still kept his eyes closed.
I leaned over him and picked up my watch that was sitting on the end table near the bed.
"8:37."
Suddenly his eyes popped open, and his face took on this sour expression.
"Oh good, that gives you time to brush your teeth, cuz baby, your breath is tragic."
"You should talk. What did you have for dinner last night dirty sweat socks?" I retort.
"You're so romantic, besides if it was that bad, you wouldn't let me do this." He reverses positions, pins me to the mattress and proceeds to give me the most tantalizing, mind blowing, nearly orgasmic kiss ever.
"Charlie, I'd let you do that if you hadn't brushed in a month. But I need to take a shower, so I've gotta borrow some clothes." I kiss his nose and nuzzle his neck gently.
Charlie rolled out from under me and walked across the room to his dresser. He tugged open the top draw and dug through his wife beaters and boxer shorts. At one point he stopped and stared into the draw as if something caught his eye, but then he decided against whatever he wanted to do. So he pulled out a pair of purple cotton boxer shorts and tossed them on the bed.
"Now lemme see if I have any Cake-Eater type clothes." He says pulling out the middle draw.
"Bite me." I chide.
"Gladly." He counters, pulling a pair of tan cargo pants and an olive green sweater. "This is the closest thing I have to something you'll wear baby."
"Good enough." I hop up and take the clothes from him. "I'll be back."
When I got back to the room a half hour later, Charlie's dressed and pacing like a father in a maternity ward waiting room. Personally I thought it was pretty cute and was contented to stand by the door and watch him. However when I closed it, as gently as possible, it still disturbed him.
"Adam, com here." He stopped pacing looked at me with a look I'd never seen in his eyes before. So I went to him, as I got closer he out stretched his arms and took my hands, directing me into his desk chair. "Here sit."
"Charlie, what's going on?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Last night while you were sleeping, I stayed awake thinkin' and well I made a decision. But, before I get to that, I um wrote you this little poem thing, while you were in the shower.
'I've made a lot of mistakes in my life
I'm sure make more before I die
But not having you in the end, would be biggest
Don't know what I'd do without your kiss
Swear you'll stay with me longer then forever
Let us spend our lives together
Adam, there's only one thing I want from you
One simple thing I need you to do
All that is, is for you to agree
When you I ask you to marry me'
What I'm tryin' to say is." He dropped to his knee and pulled a black velvet box from the pocket of his jeans. "Adam Jonathon Banks, will you marry me?"
My heart stopped pounding, Goosebumps formed over my entire body and looked intently in his eyes. My own eyes starting to tears and I knew my voice would waver so all I managed was.
"Yes."
He slipped the silver claddah onto the ring finger of my left hand, which was shaking uncontrollably. We were getting married. My parents, really weren't going to be happy.
My eyes opened the next morning when I went to roll over and crashed into Charlie. His cheeks lifted into a cockeyed grin but he kept his eyes tightly closed. I poked him in the rib and he jumped, flopping over so his back was to me.
"My parents are going to kill me." I declared placing my chin on his arm.
"I'll protect you." He yawned. "Go back to sleep."
I growled and poked him again.
"It's morning, get up, we have classes."
"What time is it?" Charlie still kept his eyes closed.
I leaned over him and picked up my watch that was sitting on the end table near the bed.
"8:37."
Suddenly his eyes popped open, and his face took on this sour expression.
"Oh good, that gives you time to brush your teeth, cuz baby, your breath is tragic."
"You should talk. What did you have for dinner last night dirty sweat socks?" I retort.
"You're so romantic, besides if it was that bad, you wouldn't let me do this." He reverses positions, pins me to the mattress and proceeds to give me the most tantalizing, mind blowing, nearly orgasmic kiss ever.
"Charlie, I'd let you do that if you hadn't brushed in a month. But I need to take a shower, so I've gotta borrow some clothes." I kiss his nose and nuzzle his neck gently.
Charlie rolled out from under me and walked across the room to his dresser. He tugged open the top draw and dug through his wife beaters and boxer shorts. At one point he stopped and stared into the draw as if something caught his eye, but then he decided against whatever he wanted to do. So he pulled out a pair of purple cotton boxer shorts and tossed them on the bed.
"Now lemme see if I have any Cake-Eater type clothes." He says pulling out the middle draw.
"Bite me." I chide.
"Gladly." He counters, pulling a pair of tan cargo pants and an olive green sweater. "This is the closest thing I have to something you'll wear baby."
"Good enough." I hop up and take the clothes from him. "I'll be back."
When I got back to the room a half hour later, Charlie's dressed and pacing like a father in a maternity ward waiting room. Personally I thought it was pretty cute and was contented to stand by the door and watch him. However when I closed it, as gently as possible, it still disturbed him.
"Adam, com here." He stopped pacing looked at me with a look I'd never seen in his eyes before. So I went to him, as I got closer he out stretched his arms and took my hands, directing me into his desk chair. "Here sit."
"Charlie, what's going on?" I raise my eyebrows.
"Last night while you were sleeping, I stayed awake thinkin' and well I made a decision. But, before I get to that, I um wrote you this little poem thing, while you were in the shower.
'I've made a lot of mistakes in my life
I'm sure make more before I die
But not having you in the end, would be biggest
Don't know what I'd do without your kiss
Swear you'll stay with me longer then forever
Let us spend our lives together
Adam, there's only one thing I want from you
One simple thing I need you to do
All that is, is for you to agree
When you I ask you to marry me'
What I'm tryin' to say is." He dropped to his knee and pulled a black velvet box from the pocket of his jeans. "Adam Jonathon Banks, will you marry me?"
My heart stopped pounding, Goosebumps formed over my entire body and looked intently in his eyes. My own eyes starting to tears and I knew my voice would waver so all I managed was.
"Yes."
He slipped the silver claddah onto the ring finger of my left hand, which was shaking uncontrollably. We were getting married. My parents, really weren't going to be happy.