Portman's POV
I opened my eyes and coughed, choking on the mass of thick black hair that's in my face. Fulton was asleep on my left arm and I poked him gently in the side with my other hand. He stirred but doesn't move, so I jabbed him again, a little harder this time.
"No TV and no beer make Homer something, something." He muttered sleepily and turns over.
I snorted and rolled my eyes, nudging him one last time, this time adding. "Fulton Reed if you don't get your sexy ass up right now, I promise to never kiss you again."
Fulton flopped back over and looked me in the eyes, declaring. "Try that again later when you don't have morning breath, Dean."
"I feel the love, really I do."
"You should," He yawned. "it's there."
It was a week after we'd got back together and Fulton had spent the night at Bombay's with me. He's a good a sleeping partner, I can't say the same for myself though. I tend too kick, which explains the scattering of bruises on his legs. He never mentioned it too me though, I pretended I didn't do it.
"The rehearsal dinner's tonight, I wonder how Banksie will do seeing Charlie and all." I sat up and stretched my arms above my head.
"I dunno, we're gonna have too keep and eye on him. You know in case he gets upset and needs someone to talk too or something."
"Yup." I put my feet on the floor and push myself off the bed. "I need a shower."
Fulton smirks slyly. "Really? Me too, wanna share?"
I gave him my best come hither stare and bolted in the direction of the bathroom. I could hear my boyfriend's feat pounding the hallway floor and I felt like a little kid again, experiencing love for the first time. It was the most invigorating shower I've ever taken. Though honestly I felt a little dirty when I got out, but that's another story.
"What the H E double hockey sticks, do you wear too a rehearsal dinner?" I asked, pulling open my draw and tossing some clothes on the floor.
"Pants preferably and a shirt." Fult joke and I glared at him.
"You're no help,"
"And you're a 6'2" baby, Dean. Just wear your black jeans and green button down shirt you have."
"Thanks."
After I finally managed to dress myself, or rather Fulton managed to dress me, we set off to the church for rehearsal. I have too say the house of worship was huge and immaculate. If I ever get married, that is the type of place I'd like too have the service in. You could fit have of Chicago in there. Leave it to Ms. McKay to go over bored.
When Charlie showed I watched Banks from the pew I was sitting in. Adam didn't look happy, in fact, he looked down right, sad. It seemed to worsen at supper that night, while he sat with Fulton and I at the hall. I could tell it was bothering that we were being so cute and coupely, but there wasn't really anything we could do about it. I could hardly be next too my few Bash Brother without wanting to jump his sexy bones. I was and still am a very weak boy. If he knew how badly I felt when Fulton and I split up those weeks before, I think he'd understand. When you love someone you wanna be around all the time, that's how I felt then. That's how I feel now. And I always will.
I opened my eyes and coughed, choking on the mass of thick black hair that's in my face. Fulton was asleep on my left arm and I poked him gently in the side with my other hand. He stirred but doesn't move, so I jabbed him again, a little harder this time.
"No TV and no beer make Homer something, something." He muttered sleepily and turns over.
I snorted and rolled my eyes, nudging him one last time, this time adding. "Fulton Reed if you don't get your sexy ass up right now, I promise to never kiss you again."
Fulton flopped back over and looked me in the eyes, declaring. "Try that again later when you don't have morning breath, Dean."
"I feel the love, really I do."
"You should," He yawned. "it's there."
It was a week after we'd got back together and Fulton had spent the night at Bombay's with me. He's a good a sleeping partner, I can't say the same for myself though. I tend too kick, which explains the scattering of bruises on his legs. He never mentioned it too me though, I pretended I didn't do it.
"The rehearsal dinner's tonight, I wonder how Banksie will do seeing Charlie and all." I sat up and stretched my arms above my head.
"I dunno, we're gonna have too keep and eye on him. You know in case he gets upset and needs someone to talk too or something."
"Yup." I put my feet on the floor and push myself off the bed. "I need a shower."
Fulton smirks slyly. "Really? Me too, wanna share?"
I gave him my best come hither stare and bolted in the direction of the bathroom. I could hear my boyfriend's feat pounding the hallway floor and I felt like a little kid again, experiencing love for the first time. It was the most invigorating shower I've ever taken. Though honestly I felt a little dirty when I got out, but that's another story.
"What the H E double hockey sticks, do you wear too a rehearsal dinner?" I asked, pulling open my draw and tossing some clothes on the floor.
"Pants preferably and a shirt." Fult joke and I glared at him.
"You're no help,"
"And you're a 6'2" baby, Dean. Just wear your black jeans and green button down shirt you have."
"Thanks."
After I finally managed to dress myself, or rather Fulton managed to dress me, we set off to the church for rehearsal. I have too say the house of worship was huge and immaculate. If I ever get married, that is the type of place I'd like too have the service in. You could fit have of Chicago in there. Leave it to Ms. McKay to go over bored.
When Charlie showed I watched Banks from the pew I was sitting in. Adam didn't look happy, in fact, he looked down right, sad. It seemed to worsen at supper that night, while he sat with Fulton and I at the hall. I could tell it was bothering that we were being so cute and coupely, but there wasn't really anything we could do about it. I could hardly be next too my few Bash Brother without wanting to jump his sexy bones. I was and still am a very weak boy. If he knew how badly I felt when Fulton and I split up those weeks before, I think he'd understand. When you love someone you wanna be around all the time, that's how I felt then. That's how I feel now. And I always will.