A/N: So the dreaded shopping chapter! Well not really, but it should be interesting anyway : )
Oh, I wanted to give a big thanks to Shadow, my second reviewer!!! I'm glad you are enjoying this story! And I agree, there is too much PWP in this world, so I promise to keep this story out of PWP-land, and I also would get bored writing a PWP anyway… It's too simplistic and all PWP's are just basic carbon copies of each other anyway. Also, I strive to use good grammar, since I can't stand stories that you can't read since there are so many mistakes.
Alright, on to the shopping extravaganza!!! (Oh dear…)
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Chapter 8- Hi (Psapp)
(Haru's POV)
Operation get Kyo out of his ratty clothes has now commenced! Finally I can dress him in clothes he should be wearing and not those fit for a hobo, for he is now no longer a hobo, and for all intensive purposes my boyfriend, and no boyfriend of mine will dress as he does in public, any longer than necessary.
(Kyo's POV)
Note to self: from now on, I will think long and hard before going shopping with Haru.
So we started at a few simple outlet stores, painless, right? No, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, dead wrong!!!! I was drug from here to there, and I think I have visited every fitting room in this city. I must say though, Haru has an eye for style. I now have enough coordinating outfits to but a king to shame.
Though today was tiring, I must say, I did have fun with Haru, and we were hand in hand almost the whole time, which was an interesting sensation.
Now I sit outside watching the stars because I cannot honestly fathom why it is that Haru has even chosen to consider me as, well what does Haru consider me as? See this is the problem with being told you are a worthless piece of shit all of your life; your self-esteem really hits the slums. Now I'm not saying I can't take a jibe or two, but I don't really think I'll ever be able to accept that people are truly able to care for me. Insecurity is a bitch, and consequently, my middle name.
Could Haru truly heal my heart, if he allows me to love him?
Love… That's a word that I've come to take with a grain of salt and a shot of bourbon. Now I think I'm probably just being paranoid but what can I say, that's my thoughts on the subject.
"Kyo… Penny for your thoughts?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing, I was just trying to deny the raving insecure lunatic in my mind."
"Oh, ok. Well I have a kind of serious question to ask…"
"Alright, what is it?"
"Well, this thing between us…what exactly is it?"
"Well, honestly I don't know…"
"If you don't know, then I shall confess… in my head I really consider you my… boyfriend."
Oh did he go out on a limb there.
"Really? That's actually what I consider you as too…"
"Really!?! I-"
"You know what I think Haru, I think we need to take this one step at a time, though. I don't know about you, but, well… I still have some insecurities. Although minute, they still exist, and I don't want them to screw up what we might have, so…"
"I agree."
"Alright it's settled, we'll take things slow and see where they end up."
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A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, but it's kinda late and I need to sleep, so be happy with this, and I'll try to write and update another chapter later. TKY