Manage Me, I'm a Mess
This contagious chemistry is killing me
(two days later)
'Mum...' I say shakily,
'Bassam...' Alex says, even shakier,
'Yes boys?' my mum asks, they both look at us standing in the door way,
'Um... Mum, dad, we're together.' I mumble and my mum cheers and my dad laughs,
'Brilliant boys!' she beams,
'Thats cute.' my dad chuckles and me and Alex smile, he puts his hand in mine and I smile at him,
'We just thought we should tell you. We're going out for a bit now.' I smile,
'Where are you going?' my dad asks,
'Just for a walk.' I shrug.
'I love you.' Alex whispers, I'm standing against a tree with him standing between my legs,
'I love you too.' I whisper back, his fingers slowly climb up my ribs and he sighs,
'I don't get it Jack. You're so perfect. So beautiful.' he sighs and his hand goes up to cheek and he strokes it lightly,
'Alex, I know you think that but it's very hard for me to hear that, okay? I was bullied. I felt unloved. I hated myself. I couldn't control a lot of the things in my life but I could control my weight. Being anorexic let me have control of something and I loved it.' I sigh,
'I get that, honestly I do. But I just want you to feel special and beautiful.' he sighs and I go to kiss him but he pulls away slightly,
'Why won't you kiss me? Do you not want to be with me?' I ask,
'I do Jack... It's just... Your parents are my foster parents. You're their son. I don't know, I've just been thinking that this is a bit weird.' he sighs,
'Alex let me tell you a secret. Joyce and Bassam aren't my parents. They adopted me when I was tiny. I call them my parents because I know no different and they treated me like their own. They are parents to me. But I have no relation. So really, our relationship is perfectly okay.' I explain, running a hand through his hair,
'I really do love you.' he whispers and presses his lips to mine. They're soft and gently and inviting. I'm addicted already.
I smile when he pulls back and he giggles,
'You're so beautiful.' I whisper, stroking his cheek,
'Im not beautiful.' he mumbles,
'You fucking well are darling.' I say sternly and he shakes his head, looking embarrassed, 'It's okay Hun.' I whisper softly and hug him, he rests his head in the crook of my neck and I chuckle, rubbing his back.
'Mum...' I say shakily,
'Bassam...' Alex says, even shakier,
'Yes boys?' my mum asks, they both look at us standing in the door way,
'Um... Mum, dad, we're together.' I mumble and my mum cheers and my dad laughs,
'Brilliant boys!' she beams,
'Thats cute.' my dad chuckles and me and Alex smile, he puts his hand in mine and I smile at him,
'We just thought we should tell you. We're going out for a bit now.' I smile,
'Where are you going?' my dad asks,
'Just for a walk.' I shrug.
'I love you.' Alex whispers, I'm standing against a tree with him standing between my legs,
'I love you too.' I whisper back, his fingers slowly climb up my ribs and he sighs,
'I don't get it Jack. You're so perfect. So beautiful.' he sighs and his hand goes up to cheek and he strokes it lightly,
'Alex, I know you think that but it's very hard for me to hear that, okay? I was bullied. I felt unloved. I hated myself. I couldn't control a lot of the things in my life but I could control my weight. Being anorexic let me have control of something and I loved it.' I sigh,
'I get that, honestly I do. But I just want you to feel special and beautiful.' he sighs and I go to kiss him but he pulls away slightly,
'Why won't you kiss me? Do you not want to be with me?' I ask,
'I do Jack... It's just... Your parents are my foster parents. You're their son. I don't know, I've just been thinking that this is a bit weird.' he sighs,
'Alex let me tell you a secret. Joyce and Bassam aren't my parents. They adopted me when I was tiny. I call them my parents because I know no different and they treated me like their own. They are parents to me. But I have no relation. So really, our relationship is perfectly okay.' I explain, running a hand through his hair,
'I really do love you.' he whispers and presses his lips to mine. They're soft and gently and inviting. I'm addicted already.
I smile when he pulls back and he giggles,
'You're so beautiful.' I whisper, stroking his cheek,
'Im not beautiful.' he mumbles,
'You fucking well are darling.' I say sternly and he shakes his head, looking embarrassed, 'It's okay Hun.' I whisper softly and hug him, he rests his head in the crook of my neck and I chuckle, rubbing his back.