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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 16:45:30 GMT -5
Michael was already long gone. He was too fast for his own good. He'd been asked to join the track team, but had declined when he realized he couldn't afford to pay for all the food he would need for the trips, because there were no home meets. He reached his dorm and closed the door behind him, leaning against it. He was screwed. Running his hand through his hair he stared at the alarm clock. He couldn't go to class and face Grayson, not now. Emailing the school he told them he woke up sick this morning and wouldn't be in class, so they would tell the teachers. Locking his door he laid down on his bed and put his head in his hands. "I'm an idiot."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 18:16:55 GMT -5
Michael remained in bed all day, not going out, so no one saw he wasn't actually sick. The day was a bit of a blur as he curled up under his blankets. By the time it was to go to practice Michael looked worse than he felt. Climbing out of bed he changed into his workout gear and went to practice. His coach took one look at him and sent him back to his dorm to feel better. Walking back he ran his hand through his hair and shook his head. He passed Grayson's dorm on the way to his own, and stopped. He raised his hand to knock, then shook his head and walked away. Michael couldn't talk to him, there was no way to explain what he did. Going back to his dorm he flopped onto his bed and covered his face with his hands. "Idiot."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 20:13:34 GMT -5
Michael lifted his head when he heard the knock and walked over to it slowly. Who could it be? Slowly he opened the door and saw Grayson standing there. He stiffened. "What is it? What do you want?" He noticed the tea in his hands and looked at him with confusion. "I have to get ready for my game. Do you need something?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 20:39:26 GMT -5
Michael closed his eyes and rubbed his face slightly. He grabbed Grayson's free hand and pulled him into the room and closed the door. He carefully took the tea and smiled slightly. "Thanks for the tea." He took a small step forward and touched the other's cheek, tilting his head up. "I'm sorry for taking your first kiss. It should have been saved for someone better than me"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 20:50:23 GMT -5
Michael looked down shamefully, "Well all of that was true except the hetero part. I am a f**kboy and white." He rubbed his face and stepped back. "Grayson I'm not good enough for you. You deserve someone way better." He turned away and frowned sadly. "I think you should leave. I'm not this great person you think I am."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 21:00:41 GMT -5
Michael cursed under his breath, "Grayson." It was too late the boy was gone. Looking at the tea he picked it up and sipped on it slightly and sighed, oddly enough it did make him feel better, just not in the right way. Sighing he put it down and walked down to Grayson's dorm. He walked right in, without bothering to knock. Walking straight to Grayson he closed the door and pulled him against him and kissed him deeply. After a few moments he pulled away. "Don't think I don't have feelings for you, because I do. Feelings I have never had before, but I am trash. You deserve someone way better than me Gray, even if I want to be selfish and keep you to myself. You deserve better." he lightly kissed the shorter boys forehead.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 21:20:48 GMT -5
Michael closed his eyes and held the smaller boy close. "Shh Gray don't cry." He crouched slightly and wiped the tears from his face. "Look at me. Grayson. I'm not this great guy you think I am. In the past month I've had over 6 guys in my bed. Some of them more than once. Gray I'm a player and I shouldn't be your first. You should have this great love as your first, no matter how much I want to kiss you and hold you and watch movies all day and cuddle with you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 21:36:49 GMT -5
Michael closed his eyes and nodded, pulling him close. He leaned down and kissed him softly, "Grayson I have a crush on you too." He lightly stroked his cheek and brushed his soft lips against the others. "As much as I want to keep kissing you I really have to go to my game. Promise me you'll be there." Michael looked into Grayson's eyes his one filled with confusion, adoration, and worry.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 21:47:30 GMT -5
Michael hugged the boy tight. "Skip the party. Come back here. I'm going to make an appearance, but I'm not going to stay. I just want to lay in bed and cuddle with you. I'm not really in the partying mood." He leaned in and kissed the boy softly. "Its not too late to back out. You haven't committed to anything yet. Keep that in mind." Without another word he left and hurried down to his dorm. He finished the tea and then changed for his game and headed to the gym and told his coach he was feeling better and that he wanted to play.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 22:09:15 GMT -5
Michael was part of the starting lineup and was already out on the court playing, when Grayson showed up. He played for nearly the entire game. He wasn't taken out until the last 2 minutes when some bigger guy on the opposing team knocked him to the ground to get the ball and he hit his head off the floor. He was taken off to be examined. After he was cleared the game was already over and they had won. He celebrated with his team. His eyes scanned the crowds for Grayson.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 22:19:07 GMT -5
Michael nodded, "Yeah man don't worry." A flicker of concern appeared in his eyes. "Come on guys, lets hit the showers so we can celebrate." The crowds started to separate and he turned to look at Grayson. "i'll meet you in 20 minutes in your dorm. Okay?" He glanced nervously around them, not wanting anyone to notice them. Being gay in that school would be deadly, for the both of them.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 22:26:58 GMT -5
Michael went to the party with his team, but didn't show up 20 minutes later. He stumbled in 15 minutes late, wiping lip stick off his neck, with a scrunched up face. "I am suddenly remembering why I don't like girls." He shook his head and looked at Grayson. "I'm sorry I'm late, they wouldn't let me leave. I had to pull the phone call thing and snuck out while on the phone." He looked at Grayson and then at the room. "you cleaned?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 22:36:05 GMT -5
Michael walked over and lightly kissed Grayson's forehead. "Popcorn sounds wonderful Gray." he gently stroked his cheek. "I'm going to run to the bathroom and freshen up. I can still smell the alcohol and cheap perfume. I'll be quick." He started to leave, then paused and kissed Grayson softly. "I didn't kiss them. They kissed my neck, but all I could think about was getting back to you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 22:47:42 GMT -5
Michael did try and hurry. He only took about five minutes, then came back with wet hair and fresh clothes. He was wearing a band tshirt and pajama pants. He walked in and closed the door, locking it behind him. Walking over to the bed he smiled and leaned down and kissed Grayson's cheek. "Okay so what are we watching?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 22:54:36 GMT -5
Michael smiled and held him close. He placed a soft kiss on the top of his head. "How about Pitch Perfect? I love that movie." He looked down at Grayson and smiled softly as he gently stroked his cheek. After a few moments he got up and put the movie in, then walked back over to the bed and climbed into it and pulled Grayson carefully into his arms, hugging him close. "Now this I could get used to."
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