• He carries me up the stars on his back and then dumps me on the bed. I giggle and then he begins tickling me and I laugh uncontrollably. "Gahahahaha! Chris, stop! Hahahahaha!" I manage to get out. He stops so I can breath and when I look up he's smiling kindly at me. I put my hands on either side of his face and bring his lips to mine and kiss him passionately as he lays his hands on my tummy and moves them up and down softly. "You're a good kisser." he comments when we finish kissing. "No way. You're wayyyy better." I disagree. "Uh-huh, sure." he says sarcastically and gets up from the bed and goes into his closet.
    When he comes out he has a blood red tie in his left hand. "Is that the tie?" I ask curiously. "Yep." "Why don't you wear it? It would look hot on you!" I say childishly. He takes a seat next to me on a bed before shrugging and saying "I guess but I think it would look too bussiness-like." "Not if you loosen it up after you put it on." I say. "I'll do that tomorrow, okay?" he compromises. "Okay!" I smile. He laughs and messes up my hair like he would a little kid.
    "Another piggy back ride before we head over to the car?" he asks nonchalantly. "Sure." I say, climbing up on his back. We go down the stairs but I can feel something is bothering Chris again. I'm not sure what it is but I feel worried, what if he's still uncomfortable with my eating habits. "I promise I'll eat more, just don't be mad at me." I mutter. "Huh? I'm not mad, just curious as to where you're taking me." he says cheerfully confused. "Okay, but I will eat more." I promise. He reaches his had and strokes mine. "Thanks." he murmurs. "You're welcome." I say against his neck.
    We get to the front door and he sets me down and holds out the car keys to me and I take them. I also take the tie and put it around his eyes. "No peeking now." I say, brushing my lips against his. "Do you honestly expect me to accept only that?" He gets me by the waist and holds me to him, his soft yet cool lips crushing my own. It's better than Heaven - if such a place exists. He lets go and I giggle.
    "Okay time to get going." I pipe up. "Whatever you want, babe." he says as I lead him out the door, holding his hand. I make him sit in the passenger seat and I walk around and take the wheel. His car was wonderful and the seats so comfortable.

    Soon we reach the destination: a park me and my father used to go to. I wanted to talk to Chris about my father. "Mkay, you can take off the tie." I say happily. He takes it off and asks "A park?" "Yep, I wanted to talk a bit here." I admitt. "Sure, we can talk about anything you want." he kisses my cheek and I feel better after that short moment of contact.
    We walk out of the car hand in hand and go to the stream that is hidden within a thicket of trees but still part of the park property. A few of the mothers that are here look at us with obvious hatred and the kids look up in couriousity. We're no different than any other couple and yet we are treated differently. Chris notices my discomfort and squeezes my hand affectionately and I squeeze his in return.
    We walk all the way to the bank of a small creek. "Umm.... I'm not exactly sure on how to put this - uh can we sit down?" "Sure." He sits and pats the ground next to him and I sit there. "Go on, Donnie." I gulp and continue "Umm... I don't know how exactly to say this but well - here goes nothing - my father hates you. Well, not you specifically." "Donnie, just tell me what you need to. I won't love you any less." I nod. "My dad's umm... well, he hates you - not just you baisically anyone who likes the same gender... Myself included." "What did you tell your parents the day you went to my house?" He talks in a monotone but I still answer. "I lied and said I was at a girl's house. I didn't mean to, it just sort of came out." I mutter, looking at the ground.
    The silence that follows kills me. I begin to tear peices of grass, my eyes beginning to tear up. "Chirstofer, please say something." I beg like a small child. "What is there to say?" he asks not looking at me but behind me. "Plenty. Please don't do this do me. I want to know what your thinking, I want to know how you're feeling, something - anything - that shows some emotion or shows that you don't totally hate me. Please, say something." I'm crying now and I don't know how to stop it.
    "Come here, Love." Chris wraps his arms around me and holds my face to his chest, causing his shirt to get damp. "Why - aren't - you mad?" I ask between sobs. "I can never be mad at you for something that isn't your fault." he says simply. He holds my like this for a while until I break the silence.
    "Y'know this is where me and my dad used to play catch when I was little." I murmur. "Is that why you brought me here?" "I'm afraid I don't understand." I admitt sheepishly. "Did you bring me here to talk about your... father because this used to be your place to be with him, until he hated you? Is it at all relative?" he explains, rubbing my back. "No, I brought you here because it's the only place where no one really comes. I wanted to be alone with you outside where no one will see us." "Well, you have me."
    I look up at him through my bangs and feel a little embarrassed by the question I'm going to ask. Chris notices. "What's wrong, babe?" "Umm... I was wondering - where are your parents? I've never seen them." "Ahh..." he sighs in an uncomfortable way. "Sorry if I'm asking something you don't want to talk about." "No, no it's fine. You have a right to know, it's just - I feel wierd." He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. "You wanna know where my parents are, huh?" I nod awkwardly. "They're dead." He says it so bluntly and so emotionlessly it almost scares me. "I'm sorry." I mumble. "Don't be. They couldn't accept my brother and I for what we truely are so screw them and let them rot in hell." I stare at him with wide eyes. No matter how much I disliked my father and even though I have thought and even wanted him to go to hell, it only ever lasted as long as my anger. "Please don't look at me like that." he says, a tear in his eye. I wipe that tear off his face as it rolls down his cheek. "I'm sorry, I just found it odd how you can talk about your parents like that." "I thought you would understand." he's crying now and it's my turn to comfort him and show him that I'm trying to understand. "Baby, baby, please don't do this. Please." I plead with him in my arms. "I want you to understand, I really do." I whispers so quietly that I'm not even sure he sadi it.
    I rub his back as he gently weeps in the crook of my neck. "I love you." I attempt to comfort him. "I-love-you-too." he says between sobs. "Please stop crying." "It's hard." he admits. "Why?" "Because I want you." I notice a tinge of lust in his vioce, it's seductive yet frightening. "You have me." I say in a frightened tone. Then I feel his lips on the base of my neck. I'm not sure but I think I felt his tongue flick aross my skin.