Painting-Is-Life

"Matt! Matt, fucking wake up!" Jimmy screamed, shaking his boyfriend. They were still in their hotel room and it was about two in the morning when Matt had started to scream for Jimmy to help him. Not knowing what to help him with, Jimmy shook him awake violently. The younger's eye lids flew open and he was panting, looking over at Jimmy with huge, dialated eyes. "What.." He started as he tried to piece everything back together. It had all been a dream, Matt was safe. His parents were hopefully safe. "You were screaming for me to help you." Jimmy told him, a hand rested on Matt's arm as he tried to sooth him. "Were you having a bad dream, b

You always interested me. The way you walked. The way you flipped your hair when it got into your green orbs. The way that you would have a lisp when you talked to fast, and you're tongue would flick over your teeth. I loved it. I love you. You walk past me every day in the hallway, and all I can do is stare. Because it's just me and you in that hallway when I see you. Sadly, you were in the smart bunch, and I was in the cool bunch. Guys like me, weren't suppose to like guys like you. Guys like me weren't suppose to like guys. Guys like me; on the football team. Guys like me have girls always throwing themselves on guys like me. With all t

Night after night went by and Matt and Jimmy hadn't heard a word from their parents. They both actually were getting a bit worried. Where Matt's mom and dad okay? If they were to get hurt Matt would  blame the whole thing on himself. It was a rather quiet night in the city of Orlando, and Jimmy and Matt were just staying in. "Do you think my parents are okay, Jimmy?" Matt bit his finger nails, a unhealthy habit that had been growing since they had first run away. Jimmy looked down at his shorter love, sighing. "I sure hope they are. I think now that we've been here for a while we could at least try and contact them." Matt pulled out his ce

Matt had always wanted someone special. Someone that would understand all his point of views. Someone that would listen to him. When Matt had first seen the mysterious boy riding past his house on his motorcycle, he would have never thought the words 'I love you' would ever come out of his mouth. Yet, that very moment they did and Matt couldn't help but blush and grin like a idiot at the simple phrase. "I love you too, Jimmy." Matt barely got the words out of his mouth. Gently taking Matt's hand and holding it up, Jimmy kissed over Matt's fingers. His lips lingered a bit longer over the youngest's ring finger then the rest, and Matt looked

"Shit shit shit." Jimmy muttered as they pulled up to the house. "They seen you. Shit." "Are they going to come after us?" Matt questioned; though he already knew what the answer was. Jimmy nodded and grabbed his bag, hurrying up to Matt's bedroom. They both obnoxiously ignored the weird looks that Matt's parents gave them. Setting his bag down onto the ground by the bed, Jimmy began pacing around the room. "What are we going to do!?" Matt asked, trying to get some answers from him. Jimmy huffed, rubbing his temples. "I don't know, Matt.." That was the first time Matt had seen Jimmy looking so helpless and it made him sad. "We need to get

Matt always used to think that things came easy in his life. When it came to his parents, as long as he didn't get into any trouble, he could do pretty much anything - and everything that he wanted. When it came to school, he had teacher's that adored him. But, Matt didn't think that really applied in his case at the moment. "You've got to be fucking kidding me, Matthew. We told you that you shouldn't be seeing this juvenile anymore, yet you bring him into our house!? Why!?" "Mom.. please listen to me. Jimmy needs a place to stay. And he's my best friend -" "Brian is your best friend," His dad cut in sharply. Matt flinched. He wasn't going