Walking down the street, hand in hand, Timothy and I couldn’t go one minuto without getting at least one stare. Some were envious. Some disgusted. Some admiring. Whatever the look meant, we didn’t care.
It wasn’t anything like PDA, but it was still disturbing the fucking homophobes in this town.
“Danny? Can we go to the bookstore? There is this book I really want.” Timothy’s voice was like music to my heart…
I squeezed his hand lightly. “Of course, Katsumi.”
He blushed. “Thank you, Danny!”
I pulled him into a big hug. “No problem.”
“Let’s go!” he sinabi grabbing my hand and running ahead. Could he get any cuter?
After arriving at the bookstore, I sat in the chair and started to think. I thought about how Timothy shined without his shyness. He knew piano and he could write songs, for christsake.
Timothy looked over at me. “Danny? We can go if you want.”
Keeping my train of thought I answered him. “No, go ahead and get your book, hun.”
Timothy turned his head and sat on my lap. “Danny, what’s wrong? You look so sad…”
No…Gosh I can’t resist myself when he is this close to my face. “I-I’m fine.”
He grabbed my hand. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” I pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so soft. I wanted to slip my tongue into his mouth…But, he doesn’t like halik so much in public. I pulled away.
Timothy’s face was all red. “G-Good. Um…I’m ready to go, if you are…”
“I’m ready whenever you are, baby.”
His puso was beating fast and I could tell. He tugged on my hand as we left the bookstore. “So, what should we do next?”
“We could hang at my place. My grandmother likes you so, you could stay over.”
He thought for a second. “Okay!”
I picked him up and carried him like a baby. “Is this okay?”
Wrapping his arms around my neck he replied “Yes.”
I smiled and walked home. Carrying my boy. My Timothy Katsumi Anderson.
I walked into the house and put Timothy on the couch. I closed the door. “Grandma? Grandpa? Are you home?” No reply. “Timothy, baby, gimme a sec, okay?”
He nodded his head. “Okay.”
I kissed his head and walked upstairs.
When I got upstairs I couldn’t hear anything. I went into all of the rooms and no sign of them anywhere. So I walked down the stairs and Timothy was reading. Of course. That little book worm. I came up behind him.
“Guess who?”
Timothy giggled. “Um…Danny?”
“How did you know?” I walked around the sopa and laid down.
Not too long afterwards, Timothy was laying on me, asleep. I pulled him up to me so I could feel his breathing on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. But they were good shivers.
He finally woke up. “D-Danny? Did I make my way up here? I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I put you up here. This may sound weird, but I like watching you sleep.”
“No,” he sinabi yawning a little, “it’s not weird.”
“Good.” I kissed him. I swear, every time I halik him I could just die. He made me feel THAT great.
halik back, Timothy started to pull away a little bit.
I stopped. “Timothy? Is my halik you bothering you?”
Timothy looked shocked. “No! I just…don’t like being on tuktok of you…I feel insecure as it is >_<.”
“Okay.” I took him off of me and got up. He laid down and I got on tuktok of him. “Better?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
I slowly started halik his lips and moved to his cheek, then to his neck.
Timothy wimpered a little. I mean, DAMN. He knew how to turn me on…
The doorbell rang. Shit. I gave Timothy an apology look. He just giggled and looked at the door.
I got off and answered the door. It was my grandmother. “I’m home, Danny!” She kissed my cheek. “How was your day?” She peeked around my neck. “Hi Timothy!”
Timothy giggled and waved at her. “Hi, Maria!” I really like how well they get along. Timothy got up.
“Timothy, what is that red blotch on your neck?”
He turned a really light red. “Um…mosquito bite?”
“Oh, you poor thing. Does it itch?”
“N-No…It doesn’t really feel like anything.”
I gave him a hickey. Haha. Poor babe.
“Alright, well if it gets to itching, just tell me.” She shut the door behind her, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV.
“Grandma, we are going up to my room…by the way, where is Grandpa?”
She looked at me coldly. “He is ‘working’.”
I looked at her. “Oh…okay…” And I went upstairs with Timothy following close behind.
It wasn’t anything like PDA, but it was still disturbing the fucking homophobes in this town.
“Danny? Can we go to the bookstore? There is this book I really want.” Timothy’s voice was like music to my heart…
I squeezed his hand lightly. “Of course, Katsumi.”
He blushed. “Thank you, Danny!”
I pulled him into a big hug. “No problem.”
“Let’s go!” he sinabi grabbing my hand and running ahead. Could he get any cuter?
After arriving at the bookstore, I sat in the chair and started to think. I thought about how Timothy shined without his shyness. He knew piano and he could write songs, for christsake.
Timothy looked over at me. “Danny? We can go if you want.”
Keeping my train of thought I answered him. “No, go ahead and get your book, hun.”
Timothy turned his head and sat on my lap. “Danny, what’s wrong? You look so sad…”
No…Gosh I can’t resist myself when he is this close to my face. “I-I’m fine.”
He grabbed my hand. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” I pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so soft. I wanted to slip my tongue into his mouth…But, he doesn’t like halik so much in public. I pulled away.
Timothy’s face was all red. “G-Good. Um…I’m ready to go, if you are…”
“I’m ready whenever you are, baby.”
His puso was beating fast and I could tell. He tugged on my hand as we left the bookstore. “So, what should we do next?”
“We could hang at my place. My grandmother likes you so, you could stay over.”
He thought for a second. “Okay!”
I picked him up and carried him like a baby. “Is this okay?”
Wrapping his arms around my neck he replied “Yes.”
I smiled and walked home. Carrying my boy. My Timothy Katsumi Anderson.
I walked into the house and put Timothy on the couch. I closed the door. “Grandma? Grandpa? Are you home?” No reply. “Timothy, baby, gimme a sec, okay?”
He nodded his head. “Okay.”
I kissed his head and walked upstairs.
When I got upstairs I couldn’t hear anything. I went into all of the rooms and no sign of them anywhere. So I walked down the stairs and Timothy was reading. Of course. That little book worm. I came up behind him.
“Guess who?”
Timothy giggled. “Um…Danny?”
“How did you know?” I walked around the sopa and laid down.
Not too long afterwards, Timothy was laying on me, asleep. I pulled him up to me so I could feel his breathing on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. But they were good shivers.
He finally woke up. “D-Danny? Did I make my way up here? I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I put you up here. This may sound weird, but I like watching you sleep.”
“No,” he sinabi yawning a little, “it’s not weird.”
“Good.” I kissed him. I swear, every time I halik him I could just die. He made me feel THAT great.
halik back, Timothy started to pull away a little bit.
I stopped. “Timothy? Is my halik you bothering you?”
Timothy looked shocked. “No! I just…don’t like being on tuktok of you…I feel insecure as it is >_<.”
“Okay.” I took him off of me and got up. He laid down and I got on tuktok of him. “Better?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
I slowly started halik his lips and moved to his cheek, then to his neck.
Timothy wimpered a little. I mean, DAMN. He knew how to turn me on…
The doorbell rang. Shit. I gave Timothy an apology look. He just giggled and looked at the door.
I got off and answered the door. It was my grandmother. “I’m home, Danny!” She kissed my cheek. “How was your day?” She peeked around my neck. “Hi Timothy!”
Timothy giggled and waved at her. “Hi, Maria!” I really like how well they get along. Timothy got up.
“Timothy, what is that red blotch on your neck?”
He turned a really light red. “Um…mosquito bite?”
“Oh, you poor thing. Does it itch?”
“N-No…It doesn’t really feel like anything.”
I gave him a hickey. Haha. Poor babe.
“Alright, well if it gets to itching, just tell me.” She shut the door behind her, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV.
“Grandma, we are going up to my room…by the way, where is Grandpa?”
She looked at me coldly. “He is ‘working’.”
I looked at her. “Oh…okay…” And I went upstairs with Timothy following close behind.
I walked along the kalye that my best friend Haily grew up in. That's right, Elm Street. So
I'm walking along minding my own when it hit me.
I looked down and saw a claw.
Now it wasn't my dad's killing friend, Freddy. It was his daughter, Haily. "Haily what the-" I didn't have time after I sinabi that. I screamed as pain shot through me, my blood driping from my mouth and belly.
I didn't know if it was my dad or not but some one came and carried me somewhere. I tried to fight but the man sinabi "Calm down Jason, I'm here. Daddy's here." I stoped fighting and looked up. It was my dad, I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep.
A/N:So what did you guys think?Should I keep writing?
I'm walking along minding my own when it hit me.
I looked down and saw a claw.
Now it wasn't my dad's killing friend, Freddy. It was his daughter, Haily. "Haily what the-" I didn't have time after I sinabi that. I screamed as pain shot through me, my blood driping from my mouth and belly.
I didn't know if it was my dad or not but some one came and carried me somewhere. I tried to fight but the man sinabi "Calm down Jason, I'm here. Daddy's here." I stoped fighting and looked up. It was my dad, I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep.
A/N:So what did you guys think?Should I keep writing?
Me:* puts phone on ear*
Lh: calling Mrs Bing
Me: please I'm not married to a moron
Candy: *texting me saying Mrs obsessed*
Me: *text back*not obsessing over u honey
Sweeney: *taps me*hey shy lady
Me: not shy no madami dear
*next day*
Me : *reading*
Noel: yo Nerd
Me: never a nerd to *knocks him out*knock u out so baby tear out
Kushy:hey hoe
Me: *looks around* what did u call me dear sorry i thought you were talking about your moms text me Mrs Bing but im not call me obsessed I was obsessed with the nigga Chris call me shy I might kick u one time call me the nerd I blow u and your asarol up but mark my words call me the asarol omg your house got bomb asong babae now say it one madami time I blow your brains on the ground until u bleed out
Lh: calling Mrs Bing
Me: please I'm not married to a moron
Candy: *texting me saying Mrs obsessed*
Me: *text back*not obsessing over u honey
Sweeney: *taps me*hey shy lady
Me: not shy no madami dear
*next day*
Me : *reading*
Noel: yo Nerd
Me: never a nerd to *knocks him out*knock u out so baby tear out
Kushy:hey hoe
Me: *looks around* what did u call me dear sorry i thought you were talking about your moms text me Mrs Bing but im not call me obsessed I was obsessed with the nigga Chris call me shy I might kick u one time call me the nerd I blow u and your asarol up but mark my words call me the asarol omg your house got bomb asong babae now say it one madami time I blow your brains on the ground until u bleed out