Fulton's POV
I came back from the Poker game at 2:30 in the morning with a total of 100 dollars in winnings. I lazily walked into the room that was blasting Led Zeppelin. Portman was sleeping He looks so cute and innocent when he's sleeping. 'You can't think that you fagot' the spiteful voice in my head yelled.
"Great now my brains a fuckin' homophobe," I mumble to myself. Its funny cuz that hateful voice is starting to sound a lot like my father. Even with my brain shouting rude comments I couldn't stop staring until I forced myself into my own bed and into a fitful sleep.
***
Even after going to bed after Portman, I wound up waking up and taking a shower before he even opened his eyes. Something's never change. He stood up and I couldn't help but laugh. He had blue ink all over his arms. He gives me a look signaling he doesn't know.
"Um, were you trying to give yourself a tattoo?" I asked with a smile. He looks down at his arms.
"Very funny dude," he tells me. I suppress the urge to go: 'I thought so,' He stands there nervously, he was thinking about something that made him uncomfortable. Does he know I love him? Who told him? Emma sure as hell didn't.What if I was being too obvious? All these questions buzzed around my head.
"Dude I'm gonna go hang out with a girl from class," Portman tells me before walking out the door.
"Oh, Ok. He doesn't know, he just has a hot date," I say slightly relieved. Then it hit me.it didn't just hit me, it ran over me millions and millions of times. What am I going to do? Without even thinking about the time I rushed to the comfort of my other best friend. I knocked on the door. I hear someone move around in the room.
"If you're here for Julie she's not here. If you're here to see me ya better have a good fucking reason!" Sweet Emily yelled through the door. She pulls open the door and steps back to let me in. I go into the room and I sit on Julies nicely made bed. She came up to me and hit me in the arm and shoulder areas.I'm pretty sure she left a bruise.
"What the hell was that for?" I shout rubbing my arm.
"Stop whining and tell me what Pothead.. I mean Portman, did now," She commands making a false mistake.
"Portman," I start emphasizing his name "Has a date with a girl," I complain. Emma looks at me for a second then burst out:
"I was right Kory was wrong and now I have to kill Portman!"
"No! Killing Portman bad.Killing Paper good," I said in a primitive voice. She scowled at me. She grabbed a long sleeve orange shirt, a short sleeve yellow shirt and some jeans and runs to the bathroom to take a shower and change. She comes out a few minutes later, her red hair damp and wavy. It amazes me how she can wear two shirts (long sleeve under the short sleeve) and a pair of pants in the summer and not be hot.
"You are welcome to stay here as long as you want. But, If you'll excuse me I'm gonna go find a friend of ours," She tells me. I jump up and grab her by the shoulder. I spin around and deposit her on her bed.
"No! He didn't do shit! This is my fault not his and If you touch him, I will fuckin kill you!" I tell her. I managed to shock both her and myself. Then I got scared.For once I saw fear in the lions eyes. I scared Emily Michelle Davis.
I came back from the Poker game at 2:30 in the morning with a total of 100 dollars in winnings. I lazily walked into the room that was blasting Led Zeppelin. Portman was sleeping He looks so cute and innocent when he's sleeping. 'You can't think that you fagot' the spiteful voice in my head yelled.
"Great now my brains a fuckin' homophobe," I mumble to myself. Its funny cuz that hateful voice is starting to sound a lot like my father. Even with my brain shouting rude comments I couldn't stop staring until I forced myself into my own bed and into a fitful sleep.
***
Even after going to bed after Portman, I wound up waking up and taking a shower before he even opened his eyes. Something's never change. He stood up and I couldn't help but laugh. He had blue ink all over his arms. He gives me a look signaling he doesn't know.
"Um, were you trying to give yourself a tattoo?" I asked with a smile. He looks down at his arms.
"Very funny dude," he tells me. I suppress the urge to go: 'I thought so,' He stands there nervously, he was thinking about something that made him uncomfortable. Does he know I love him? Who told him? Emma sure as hell didn't.What if I was being too obvious? All these questions buzzed around my head.
"Dude I'm gonna go hang out with a girl from class," Portman tells me before walking out the door.
"Oh, Ok. He doesn't know, he just has a hot date," I say slightly relieved. Then it hit me.it didn't just hit me, it ran over me millions and millions of times. What am I going to do? Without even thinking about the time I rushed to the comfort of my other best friend. I knocked on the door. I hear someone move around in the room.
"If you're here for Julie she's not here. If you're here to see me ya better have a good fucking reason!" Sweet Emily yelled through the door. She pulls open the door and steps back to let me in. I go into the room and I sit on Julies nicely made bed. She came up to me and hit me in the arm and shoulder areas.I'm pretty sure she left a bruise.
"What the hell was that for?" I shout rubbing my arm.
"Stop whining and tell me what Pothead.. I mean Portman, did now," She commands making a false mistake.
"Portman," I start emphasizing his name "Has a date with a girl," I complain. Emma looks at me for a second then burst out:
"I was right Kory was wrong and now I have to kill Portman!"
"No! Killing Portman bad.Killing Paper good," I said in a primitive voice. She scowled at me. She grabbed a long sleeve orange shirt, a short sleeve yellow shirt and some jeans and runs to the bathroom to take a shower and change. She comes out a few minutes later, her red hair damp and wavy. It amazes me how she can wear two shirts (long sleeve under the short sleeve) and a pair of pants in the summer and not be hot.
"You are welcome to stay here as long as you want. But, If you'll excuse me I'm gonna go find a friend of ours," She tells me. I jump up and grab her by the shoulder. I spin around and deposit her on her bed.
"No! He didn't do shit! This is my fault not his and If you touch him, I will fuckin kill you!" I tell her. I managed to shock both her and myself. Then I got scared.For once I saw fear in the lions eyes. I scared Emily Michelle Davis.