My Heart Hurts. Let's Make It Hurt More.
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Thread Topic: My Heart Hurts. Let's Make It Hurt More.
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The blond chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose you're right... But still, it would be nice to be in all of your classes. I like spending time with you. You make me feel good." His face flushed a bit, though he wasn't quite sure why. Sure, he'd been crushing on Kim ever since they'd met, but telling him that he liked spending time with him? It hadn't been an issue before. Maybe that's because it hadn't come up so prominently in their conversations until now.
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He blushed lightly and twiddled his thumbs, shifting his eyes downward. "I like spending time with you too. I already know what rules my mom wants to discuss with your dad. One is we can't sleep in the same room, but I would sneak there in the middle of the night to spend time with you..."
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Dalton's face deepened a shade of red, his heart picking up speed in his chest. He glanced up at Kim, hoping his efforts to suppress his blushing were working. Thump, thump, thump... "R-r-really?" his voice cracked and his eyes immediately shot to the floor. The older bit his lip, an internal battle going on within his mind. To ask or not to ask? And to think that simple question could be so difficult to answer.
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I have to go for dinner. I'll be back in a bit.
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He lightly tapped his right foot's toe end on the ground, not yet ready to look at the other. But he peeked up now and then. "I doubt they're going to let us stay in classes together for long...We have Biology together and team sports."
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"It's not fair. It's not like we're hurting anyone by being together." He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he'd had for quite a while. "I, um... I've got something to ask you, actually..." his voice was small, quiet, hesitant.
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"Yeah. I mean, the bible was written by some random guy, not a God." He looked up, hoping it was the question he had been waiting for. "What is it?"
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Their eyes met, and Dalton couldn't break away from their shared gaze. "I know this isn't the best time for this and things probably won't work out, what with our parents and everything but... I was wondering if, you know, you could possibly be... my... boyfriend?" He was nervous, so nervous that, if asked to say anything more, he just might faint. There was only a slim chance that Kim would like him back, but Dalton cared too much for him to not take that risk.
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His eyes shone with a brightness of joy and his smiled and nodded quickly. "Yes. I would love to. Despite the way things are, I want to be with you too." Kim giggled a bit and took his hands, swinging their arms.
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The boy beamed, his heart seeming to flutter within his chest. His hand tingled where it made contact with Kim's. Happiness coursed brightly through his veins. The warning bell rang, interrupting their moment. The grin still remained on Dalton's face. "I'll see you in Social Studies, then..." He leaned over and gave Kim's cheek a quick peck before squeezing his hand and walking down the hall. He stole one last glance at him before entering the English room.
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The foreigner giggled and headed in the opposite direction to his Geometry. He had almost started skipping and swinging his arms but remembeed everyone around him and refrained from doing so.
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Dalton didn't bother to pay attention during class. Though he appeared to be intrigued by the discussion, his mind was elsewhere... That elsewhere being Kim. He grinned, picturing what magic the day might hold. He was jolted back to reality by a rough poke to the side of his head.
"Look's like he's out in homo land," a husky voice joked, drawing laughter from the rest of the class. Unlike other times, Dalton didn't let these words get to him. -
Kim was taking notes about the new chapter while a girl in his choir class was braiding his hair. She didn't mind the homosexuality thing one bit. Her parents secretly didn't believe in religions, so they just go with it. Her name was Isabel.
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For the rest of class, Dalton did his best to pay attention. The topic was pretty interesting, poetry from World War II. For homework they were required to find an authentic example and analyze it line by line.
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