Subject: Backdoor Slider – Chapter 7 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a love story between two 16-year old boys. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal in your area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at ail. This is a rewrite. I have edited and added some chapters from the original posting. I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Backdoor Slider Chapter 7 My phone alarm penetrates through the deepest sleep of my life. As I regain the ability to think, I jerk my head over to make sure I’m still in Luke’s bed. I quickly realize his arms are around me, and he looks pretty happy. “So, it wasn’t just bursa escort a dream,” he smiles with his eyes still closed. “Nope,” I whisper. “I gotta get in the other bed. Your mom is gonna be up in a few minutes.” “Nnn-nnn,” He grabs onto me, but I wriggle away. “I set my alarm to go off again right after your mom leaves for work. Then, I’ll come and get back in bed with you.” Luke groans and clutches onto the pillow I was using, bringing it into his chest. I cross the room silently and crawl into my old bed, unable to stop smiling. This hour is going to be so long. There’s no way I’ll be able to get back to sleep now. I know I’ll just be reliving every moment of yesterday– Suddenly, I feel Luke crawl into bed with me. “Luke, no!” I try to protest through my giggles. “She’s not gonna come in here.” He wraps his arms and legs around me. “She might. She did a couple weeks ago, remember?” I can’t bursa escort bayan believe my mouth is saying these words. His body feels so perfect against mine. Right now, I wouldn’t care if everyone in the world could see us. “How much longer are you gonna pretend you don’t want me?” Luke gives me the smile I can’t resist. “That’s all I got.” I put my arms around his shoulders. “Good.” He whispers as our bodies link together, resulting in a passionate kiss. * * * * * It’s 6th period, American History. The school day is almost over. I’ve been in a fog all day. I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything in any class. I try to stop my thoughts of Luke, but they creep in every few seconds. All day, I’ve felt like I’ve been on the verge of laughter or tears… not sad crying, but hysterical, crazy-happy crying. I’ve actually spontaneously started doing one or the other on multiple occasions escort bursa today. I panicked and told some kids that my cat died during one of my crying jags, and I don’t even have a cat. The laughter was easier to hide. I would just slip out my phone and pretend I was reading a text. Mmmm… the texts. I take my phone out of my pocket to reread all of our texts from today. I think I can get through them again without crying. We’re watching a movie, and a lot of other kids have their phones out, too. The teacher doesn’t seem to care. I glance back at the teacher and see he’s on his phone, so I’m safe. Before 2nd period: Luke: “Hey, ur my bf now. Text me somethin bf-ish.” Me: “We can’t do this! 1 of us could get our phone taken and some teachers read texts!” Luke: “Jus text me b4 or after class.” Me: “K.” Luke: “I’m waaaaaiting…” Me: “I think ur cute. There, satisfied?” Luke: “I think ur cute, sexy, smart, funny and the guy of my dreams.” Me: “Ur makin me cry again!!! I already cried 2x and they want me 2 C a counselor. Save that stuff 4 later!” Luke: “K… Luv u! :p” Me: “Luv u2. & thanks 4 what u said.” Luke: “

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