Charlie POV
"Honey, which dresser do you want?" Banks called out from the bed room and I heard Portman and Fulton giggle from the kitchen where they're supposed to be helping us unpack. Fulton and Portman giggling, a sound I never thought I'd hear.
"What ever one has less draws babe, you've got more clothes then me." I yelled back and continued to arrange our hockey trophies on the entertainment center, Bombay gave us.
Actually, he'd given us most of our furniture, apparently being married meant his house had to decorated in goody, frilly, flowery stuff. Not that I'm complaining, clearing out his bachelor pad was a fantastic and cheep way to get the things Adam and I needed for our first apartment. The best part being, since the person I'm marrying is a boy too, there's no fights over the decor.
"But I've already called closet space." He came out of the room and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
"Adam?"
"What?"
"I don't care babe." Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen and Banksie and I looked at each other with worried expressions. "What was that?"
"I don't think I want to know." Adam shook his head and started out toward where the sound had come.
In the kitchen we found The Bash Brothers laying on their back, on the floor, surrounded by splinters of wood, that was once our table. They both had these cheeky grins, that reminded me of little kids when they know they've been caught doing something wrong.
"We can explain." Fulton gestured with his hand.
I think even Portman was wondering how his boyfriend was going to talk his way out of trouble.
"Please, enlighten us." Adam crossed his arms and tapped his foot, while I tried not to laugh.
"Well you see… I have no idea get out of this." Fulton declared.
"I think we can figure out what happened. All I have to ask is what made you think that table could support both of you in your perverted activities?" I hopped up on the counter.
"What makes you think there were perverted activities involved?" Fulton does his best to look shocked.
My fiancé and I both gave them 'How stupid do you think we are?' looks.
"Okay, so we were making out pretty hot and heavy, Fulton started leaning back on the table and it broke. I'll buy you a new one dudes." Portman confessed.
"Thanks Dean." The other Basher, elbowed him playfully.
Adam pulled open a box labeled 'junk draw stuff' and tossed them a bottle of wood glue.
"Get it back together as best you can, we'll pick up a new one when we get the chance. You…" He pointed to me. "follow me."
He brought me in the direction of our bedroom, which he'd been successful at keeping me out of most of the day. When the door opened I saw why, the best surprise ever. He'd taken our jersey's from peewees, the red white and blue Hendricks's Team USA, the ones we where at the end of the Good Will Game championship game, and both the JV and varsity Eden Hall jersey's and had them turned into our bedding. The bedspread, pillowcases and curtains, it was fantastic, even his Hawks jersey had found use as lamp shades.
"Do you like it?" He gave me a tentative glance.
"Are you kidding me? I love it." I pulled him to me and kissed his cheek. "It's great."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I'm so happy you like it."
"I'm so happy you said 'yes'."
"I'm so happy you asked."
"We're so happy that you're so happy." We heard a voice from the doorway and turned to see the Bashers staring at us all smiles.
"Have I told you lately I hate you?" I groaned at them for ruining the romance of the moment.
"We're sorry. But your mom just called my cell phone cause apparently all she got is Banks' voice mail when she called his. She wants to know when you're planning on telling her you engaged." Portman told us. "She said Guy's father accidentally mentioned it at dinner last night."
"Did I forget to tell Germaine, not to say anything to Paul?" I flopped on the bed, Adam and I had planned on taking our parents out to nice dinner to break the news to them. "No, wait I'm sure I mentioned it to him a few times. I think my exact words were 'Don't tell your dad, I don't want my mom to find out yet.' Yup, positive that's what I said."
"Alright guys, this is his stressed out ramble now. I think maybe you should hit the round." Banksie pushed them out of the room as politely as he possibly could. "I'll talk to him, calm him down and try to meet you guys at Pizza Hut for the supper I promised."
"Kay dude, see ya later." With that I the front door closed accompanied by the sound of feet going down the stairs.
"Charlie?" My fiancé cried walking down the hall, back to the room.
"Yeah?" I asked, my buried in the pillows.
"Are you upset?"
"Yeah."
"Should I leave you alone?"
"No, you should come over here and lay down with me."
He sighed hard.
"I have a lot to get done Hun, no time for that."
"There's always time to cuddle, the boxes will be there later. Besides this blanket is awesome, you gotta try it. I won't even grope you, I swear."
It took a little more nagging to convince him but in the end he came over to the bed with me. We took a relaxing nap, in our new bed, in our new room, in our new apartment, in our new life.
"Honey, which dresser do you want?" Banks called out from the bed room and I heard Portman and Fulton giggle from the kitchen where they're supposed to be helping us unpack. Fulton and Portman giggling, a sound I never thought I'd hear.
"What ever one has less draws babe, you've got more clothes then me." I yelled back and continued to arrange our hockey trophies on the entertainment center, Bombay gave us.
Actually, he'd given us most of our furniture, apparently being married meant his house had to decorated in goody, frilly, flowery stuff. Not that I'm complaining, clearing out his bachelor pad was a fantastic and cheep way to get the things Adam and I needed for our first apartment. The best part being, since the person I'm marrying is a boy too, there's no fights over the decor.
"But I've already called closet space." He came out of the room and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
"Adam?"
"What?"
"I don't care babe." Suddenly there was a crash from the kitchen and Banksie and I looked at each other with worried expressions. "What was that?"
"I don't think I want to know." Adam shook his head and started out toward where the sound had come.
In the kitchen we found The Bash Brothers laying on their back, on the floor, surrounded by splinters of wood, that was once our table. They both had these cheeky grins, that reminded me of little kids when they know they've been caught doing something wrong.
"We can explain." Fulton gestured with his hand.
I think even Portman was wondering how his boyfriend was going to talk his way out of trouble.
"Please, enlighten us." Adam crossed his arms and tapped his foot, while I tried not to laugh.
"Well you see… I have no idea get out of this." Fulton declared.
"I think we can figure out what happened. All I have to ask is what made you think that table could support both of you in your perverted activities?" I hopped up on the counter.
"What makes you think there were perverted activities involved?" Fulton does his best to look shocked.
My fiancé and I both gave them 'How stupid do you think we are?' looks.
"Okay, so we were making out pretty hot and heavy, Fulton started leaning back on the table and it broke. I'll buy you a new one dudes." Portman confessed.
"Thanks Dean." The other Basher, elbowed him playfully.
Adam pulled open a box labeled 'junk draw stuff' and tossed them a bottle of wood glue.
"Get it back together as best you can, we'll pick up a new one when we get the chance. You…" He pointed to me. "follow me."
He brought me in the direction of our bedroom, which he'd been successful at keeping me out of most of the day. When the door opened I saw why, the best surprise ever. He'd taken our jersey's from peewees, the red white and blue Hendricks's Team USA, the ones we where at the end of the Good Will Game championship game, and both the JV and varsity Eden Hall jersey's and had them turned into our bedding. The bedspread, pillowcases and curtains, it was fantastic, even his Hawks jersey had found use as lamp shades.
"Do you like it?" He gave me a tentative glance.
"Are you kidding me? I love it." I pulled him to me and kissed his cheek. "It's great."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I'm so happy you like it."
"I'm so happy you said 'yes'."
"I'm so happy you asked."
"We're so happy that you're so happy." We heard a voice from the doorway and turned to see the Bashers staring at us all smiles.
"Have I told you lately I hate you?" I groaned at them for ruining the romance of the moment.
"We're sorry. But your mom just called my cell phone cause apparently all she got is Banks' voice mail when she called his. She wants to know when you're planning on telling her you engaged." Portman told us. "She said Guy's father accidentally mentioned it at dinner last night."
"Did I forget to tell Germaine, not to say anything to Paul?" I flopped on the bed, Adam and I had planned on taking our parents out to nice dinner to break the news to them. "No, wait I'm sure I mentioned it to him a few times. I think my exact words were 'Don't tell your dad, I don't want my mom to find out yet.' Yup, positive that's what I said."
"Alright guys, this is his stressed out ramble now. I think maybe you should hit the round." Banksie pushed them out of the room as politely as he possibly could. "I'll talk to him, calm him down and try to meet you guys at Pizza Hut for the supper I promised."
"Kay dude, see ya later." With that I the front door closed accompanied by the sound of feet going down the stairs.
"Charlie?" My fiancé cried walking down the hall, back to the room.
"Yeah?" I asked, my buried in the pillows.
"Are you upset?"
"Yeah."
"Should I leave you alone?"
"No, you should come over here and lay down with me."
He sighed hard.
"I have a lot to get done Hun, no time for that."
"There's always time to cuddle, the boxes will be there later. Besides this blanket is awesome, you gotta try it. I won't even grope you, I swear."
It took a little more nagging to convince him but in the end he came over to the bed with me. We took a relaxing nap, in our new bed, in our new room, in our new apartment, in our new life.