~* This story is dedicated to someone very special to me, they know who they are. And you're reading this Hun, I luv ya. Secondly is anyone actually reading this story? Let me know if you are.*~
Portman's POV
We were laying cuddled on Fulton's bed when the phone on the carpet roll end table started to ring. Fulton had his head on my chest and I really didn't wanna move to answer it but I figured being that it was his phone, he might be pissed if it was important and didn't get answered. I sighed and reached over causing Fulton the groan and roll over.
"Yo?" That was my usual telephone answering technique, it wasn't for the benefit of whoever was on the other end.
"Portman?" The voice on the line asked, their voice sounding like they were crying or at least had been.
"Yeah, Banksie?"
"Yeah, uh is Fulton there?" Adam sniffled
"He's asleep, what's wrong?" I sat up in the bed, worried from his tone
"Do you two have anything planned for today?" He queried
"Not that I know of why?"
"I need some help moving out of my dorm room, I was hoping you guys could help me."
"Sure, but why are you moving out of the dorms?"
"Portman, Charlie beat me up, he's not here right now. I wanna be gone before he gets back." He explained, his voice small and timid
"Wait, he did what!" My yell causing Fulton to jump awake and give me a confused look.
"He's been hitting me for a while, but it was the worst last night, I've got a black eye. So could you help me out?"
"We'll be right there." I hung up and shot out of bed "Fult get up, we gotta go?"
"Gotta go where?" My boyfriend raised his eye brows at me
"Charlie's been beat on Banks, he needs help getting his stuff out their dorm room before Conway gets back."
I was the first person to walk into the room that night, Charlie was sitting on the bed waiting. From what Banks had told me when we were walking up the stairs, he'd told Charlie not to be there. Not that the Captain listened. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure how I avoided punching that son of a bitch, while we were lugging boxes. If Fulton and Banksie hadn't had been there, I probably would've tore him a new asshole.
When he grabbed Banksie by the shoulders I really was ready to pound him. I even told him that. But Fulton's hand came down on my shoulder and something about his touch just calmed me no matter what. I loved him so much.
After we dropped Banks and his things off at his parents house, Fulton and I drove over to the local park. The sun was starting to set and the tinted a gorgeous pink and purple mix. It looked like someone had painted it just for us. I turned my head and studied his profile. My boyfriend was so beautiful.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fulton inquired
"I was just thinking about how much I love you." I replied threading my fingers trough his.
"Dean, please not again."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this. We can't keep this up."
"But I do love you."
"Dean…"
That didn't sound good.
Portman's POV
We were laying cuddled on Fulton's bed when the phone on the carpet roll end table started to ring. Fulton had his head on my chest and I really didn't wanna move to answer it but I figured being that it was his phone, he might be pissed if it was important and didn't get answered. I sighed and reached over causing Fulton the groan and roll over.
"Yo?" That was my usual telephone answering technique, it wasn't for the benefit of whoever was on the other end.
"Portman?" The voice on the line asked, their voice sounding like they were crying or at least had been.
"Yeah, Banksie?"
"Yeah, uh is Fulton there?" Adam sniffled
"He's asleep, what's wrong?" I sat up in the bed, worried from his tone
"Do you two have anything planned for today?" He queried
"Not that I know of why?"
"I need some help moving out of my dorm room, I was hoping you guys could help me."
"Sure, but why are you moving out of the dorms?"
"Portman, Charlie beat me up, he's not here right now. I wanna be gone before he gets back." He explained, his voice small and timid
"Wait, he did what!" My yell causing Fulton to jump awake and give me a confused look.
"He's been hitting me for a while, but it was the worst last night, I've got a black eye. So could you help me out?"
"We'll be right there." I hung up and shot out of bed "Fult get up, we gotta go?"
"Gotta go where?" My boyfriend raised his eye brows at me
"Charlie's been beat on Banks, he needs help getting his stuff out their dorm room before Conway gets back."
I was the first person to walk into the room that night, Charlie was sitting on the bed waiting. From what Banks had told me when we were walking up the stairs, he'd told Charlie not to be there. Not that the Captain listened. To tell you the truth, I'm not sure how I avoided punching that son of a bitch, while we were lugging boxes. If Fulton and Banksie hadn't had been there, I probably would've tore him a new asshole.
When he grabbed Banksie by the shoulders I really was ready to pound him. I even told him that. But Fulton's hand came down on my shoulder and something about his touch just calmed me no matter what. I loved him so much.
After we dropped Banks and his things off at his parents house, Fulton and I drove over to the local park. The sun was starting to set and the tinted a gorgeous pink and purple mix. It looked like someone had painted it just for us. I turned my head and studied his profile. My boyfriend was so beautiful.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fulton inquired
"I was just thinking about how much I love you." I replied threading my fingers trough his.
"Dean, please not again."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this. We can't keep this up."
"But I do love you."
"Dean…"
That didn't sound good.