This is back to Oliver's point of view. I hope you guys enjoyed this series. It was my first go at a series with a real plot.
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My eyes fluttered open, and a streak of light blinded me. I groaned as I sat up and tossed the covers from myself. It was only then that I realized how sore my neck was. I always hated sleeping on the couch. Mom was already making breakfast.
"Good morning, sweetie," she said.
"Morning," I said with a raspy voice. Then my eyes lit up.
I got up and walked down the hall. I approached my room and opened the door as quietly as I possibly could. I walked silently across the room and got down on my knees beside my mattress.
There he was. Nate. It was absolutely adorable to see him fast asleep in my bed. His face was buried in one of my pillows and drool had left a dark spot there. I grinned as I got closer to him.
It turns out that Brent had called his dad and told him that Nate was gay. It didn't go over well. Nate didn't want to talk about what happened but I've seen some bruises on him. He got kicked out, and my parents immediately said yes to him staying with us. They know we're dating now, so we can't stay in the same room to sleep but he's living with me now so that's something.
And wow was it a bitch to get him to sleep in my bed. We fought over who was sleeping where. I told him that he's my guest, so he will sleep in my bed. He refused, wanting to take the couch. I basically had to drag him to my room and hold him down. After the day he had had, it didn't take long for him to give up. I took the couch.
"Pssst," I began softly. Nothing.
"Psst," I repeated only slightly louder. He stirred this time.
"Nate, time to wake up," I said quietly. He groaned and turned his face the other way. I placed my hand on his back.
"Come on, Freckle. We only have a few days left of school anyway," I said at a slightly more audible volume. He turned back to me and looked at me through one squinted eye.
"What did you just call me?" He asked.
"Freckle. Don't think I didn't notice," I said through a smile and ushered to his crotch. I gave him a small peck as he let things sink in. I caught him smiling before burying his face in my pillow.
"Get up!" I said in a regular voice. He said something back but it was only muffled in the pillow. It was probably something about not wanting to go back.
"Okay. I guess we'll do this the hard way," I said and stood up. I tore the blankets from his body. I took in the sight of his bare back and his butt under his shorts. My pants stirred, but I continued.
I placed my feet on either side of his body and bent down. I grabbed him under the arms and lifted him up. He made a noise somewhere between a groan and a laugh. I pulled him off the bed and put him back down on the floor.
"I was so comfortable," he complained as he slowly got up.
"Well, you have to get ready now. You can go back to sleep after school," I told him.
"Fine. How did you ever manage to get out of bed?" He asked me as he went to a suitcase and pulled out some clothes.
"I just did I guess," I told him. We smiled. Even in the morning grogginess, he was still beautiful.
"God I love seeing you every morning, every afternoon, and every evening," he said. I rested my forearms on his shoulders.
"Me too. How long has it been now?" I asked.
"I think like two weeks maybe," he said, thinking.
"I could get used to this," I told him.
"I could too," he reciprocated. He leaned in and we fell into a deep kiss for a minute. He pulled me close and I felt his body heat on me. I pushed him away and broke our kiss.
"Get ready or we'll be late," I ordered playfully.
"Okay, mom," he joked. I smiled and went to my closet for my clothes.
"Wear that green shirt today. I like that one. You look good in it... well, you always look good, but I like it on you," he said casually. I looked over my shoulder at him as he changed.
The situation at school had died down a bit too. The initial shock had passed and now blatant bullying had simmered to snarky whispers and the occasional derogatory name. It was manageable. I know that it really hit Nate hard the first week or so.
When our schedule allowed, we would walk down the halls together. We had even gotten to the point of holding hands. It was nerve racking at first because that was basically saying "Hey! Pick on me!" but it was okay. People would stare at us. At one point, a teacher called us out for PDA but I proceeded to point to three other straight couples around us and that teacher shut up.
"I am so done with this school. Can graduation be here already?" I asked at the lunch table.
"Oh shut up. I'm not ready for it! You're leaving me here with all these idiots!" Kat shot at me.
"I'd have to agree with Oliver on this one. High school sucks," Nate commented.
"Ah, but these are the best four years of our lives. Remember?" I said mockingly.
"If high school was my peak, I'd kill myself," Nate said.
"Same here... So what are your guys' plan after graduation?" Kat asked tentatively. Nate and I exchanged a look. I squeezed his thigh comfortingly.
"Well... Considering I don't have any money to go to college, I'm gonna try to just get a job," he said. It pained me to hear him say that. He really wanted to go to a university up north.
"And I'm going to UCO," I said, trying to keep it short.
"What about... you guys?" She asked, talking about our relationship.
"I guess we're going long distance... UCO is a while away from here," Nate said with disappointment in his voice. Then a golden idea popped into my head.
"No! I have the perfect plan! I'll just tell the university that I'm living at home, and we can get an apartment nearby! Since we'll both be working, it'll work out!" I said excitedly. This lit his face up.
"That actually sounds really nice. I can't go from living with you to being three hours away," he said. I put my arm around him, and lunch continued as normal. Or as normal as it could get.
When we got home, we ordered Chinese takeout and watched tv while my parents were at work. He sat on the couch, and I leaned against his legs.
"This has been quite an eventful semester now that I'm thinking about it," I said to him as we watched some silent black and white film.
"It has, but I wouldn't have wanted it to go any other way. Otherwise, you wouldn't have come into the picture," he said sweetly.
"God, there's the cheese again," I said and leaned my head back to look at him upside down.
"You know you love it!" He said.
"You know I know you know it!" I shot back. We stared at each other for a minute. I laughed.
"What's so funny?" He asked me.
"A year ago, I never thought it would be possible to have you, the HOTTEST guy in school, in my house. Let alone dating me. This stuff only happens in movies," I wondered aloud.
"I'm pretty baffled myself. You're absolutely stunning! You've got the brains, the looks, and the personality! You're just the whole package," he said and leaned over to put his hands on my chest. He Spider-Man kissed me.
"Hey, let's go on a date," I said, turning around to look at him.
"What?" He said.
"We've never been on an actual date before! We have to!" I said putting my hand on his knee.
"But where would we go?" He asked me. I could see that he was hesitant about being outside of school grounds where there was no teachers to protect us from hate.
"I don't know. I'll figure it out though! Come on! It'll be fun," I said. I gave him puppy dog eyes, and he broke.
"Fine," he said.
"Tonight!" I said excitedly and jumped up.
"Tonight? What are we going to do on a Tuesday night?" He asked me as I headed towards my room.
"I don't know yet!" I called out to him as I went to my closet.
"What about your parents? Surely they're gonna go for this," he mentioned as he headed towards me.
"We're both 18. We're adults. They'll be fine, Nate. Loosen up a little," I said, sifting through my closet to find something nice to wear. I grabbed some clothes and then headed to my bathroom.
"What are you doing?" He asked. I left the bathroom and passed him to go to my parents room.
"Here's what's gonna happen. I'll get ready in my parents bathroom. You get ready in that one, and we're not allowed to see each other until we're leaving!" I told him. It was up for debate.
"But all my nice clothes are at my house!" He yelled to me from the hall.
"Wear something of mine! It might be a bit tight but it'll show off that hot body of yours!" I called back with a grin. I knew he was smiling too. I didn't have to see it.
Later, we were finally dressed and ready to go. My parents had arrived home and were fully aware of our plans by that point.
Nate had walked out first. I proceeded to leave my parents' room and entered the living room. Nate was wearing a red button down dress shirt and black slacks. It hugged him in all the right places, and I couldn't help but graze over his ass. I was wearing a black button up with ironed khakis. My mom held her mouth.
"You two look so handsome," she said to us. Nate turned to look at me and smiled.
"Let's go, I'm too excited to wait any longer," he said. We bid farewell to my parents and left.
"You need to start buying clothes in my size. They fit you fantastically," I told him in the car and ran my hand on his thigh as I drove.
"They're a little snug, but if they turn you on...," he said trailing off with a hint to his voice.
"Definitely," I smiled at him.
