Anthony's POV I got dressed quickly, my mind still replaying the events with Jake. I changed into my house clothes and looked around my room, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. My brother and sister weren't home yet, and the house felt unusually quiet.As I sat on my bed, the silence was suddenly broken by a soft tapping sound. At first, I thought I was imagining things, but the sound persisted. It was coming from my window. My heart raced, and I stood up slowly, wondering who could be outside. I had never experienced something like this before.I walked cautiously to the window and peeked through the curtains. To my surprise and relief, I saw Jake standing below, looking up at me. He had a playful grin on his face, and when he saw me, he waved."Open the window!" Jake shouted, his voice carrying just enough for me to hear without alerting anyone else.I quickly unlocked and opened the window. "What are you doing here?" I whispered urgently. "My father's home."Jake looked
Anthony's POV After the encounter with my father, I retreated to my room, my mind swirling with thoughts about Jake and our complicated relationship. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to process everything that had happened. My father’s stern words echoed in my mind, but so did the warmth of Jake’s kiss and his touch. I wondered how we were going to navigate this relationship, especially with the secrecy it demanded. Just then, the sound of the gate beeping brought me out of my reverie, signaling that my mother had arrived.I got up and looked out the window, curious to see who she was with. To my surprise, she was accompanied by two children I had never seen before. They looked around my age, one boy and one girl. Puzzled, I decided to go downstairs and find out what was going on.As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw my mother and father entering the house with the two children. Not wanting to meet my father’s gaze, I turned to my mother and asked, “Welcome ho
The next morning, I woke to the soft light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on Timothy, who was still asleep in the bed across from mine. I moved quietly, not wanting to wake him. I got dressed, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of the day ahead and, inevitably, thoughts of Jake.As I gathered my things, I glanced at Timothy, appreciating how peaceful he looked. It was a stark contrast to the turmoil I felt inside. I made my way downstairs, where I found Andrew already eating breakfast. We ate in relative silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. After breakfast, we headed out together for school.When we reached the school gate, Andrew spotted his friends and quickly ran off to join them at the sports field. "See you later, Anthony," he called back to me. I watched him go, feeling a pang of envy at how easily he fit in.I walked to my classroom alone, trying to steel myself for the day ahead. As I entered the class, I was immediately struck by an unexpected
When Timothy, Anthony, and Andrew returned home from school, the day’s events still weighed heavily on Anthony's mind. The encounter with Jake had left him emotionally exhausted, but Timothy’s supportive presence had been a significant comfort. Timothy, sensing the tension, decided he needed a refreshing shower to unwind. He headed upstairs to their shared bedroom, leaving Anthony in the living room, lost in thought.Anthony sat quietly on the couch, replaying the events of the past few days. The emotional roller coaster he had experienced was draining, and he felt a mix of confusion and heartbreak. As he sat there, he heard the distant sound of running water, signaling that Timothy was in the shower. After a while, Anthony decided to head upstairs to check on his brother.Climbing the stairs slowly, he approached their bedroom. As he opened the door, he was met with an unexpected sight that stopped him in his tracks. Timothy stood in the middle of the room, adjusting a towel around h
Ever since the day Anthony had witnessed Timothy just fresh from the shower, he had not felt comfortable with him again. Not uncomfortable in terms of moving together and doing things, but every time he looked at him, the image of his shirtless, drizzling body always came to his mind. It was a mental picture that haunted him day and night, making it difficult for him to maintain his usual close bond with Timothy.Anthony tried to push these thoughts away, but they kept resurfacing. He found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything else. His studies, his social life, and even his sleep were all affected by this persistent image. He avoided Timothy whenever possible, creating a noticeable distance between them. Timothy, sensing something was off, tried to bridge the gap, but Anthony’s avoidance only made the situation worse.On this particular day in school, Anthony found solace in the library, hoping the quiet atmosphere and the distraction of a novel would help clear his m
On this particular day, Timothy and Anthony were in class with other students, engaging in their usual discussions and activities. The classroom buzzed with the sounds of chatter and laughter. Suddenly, the door swung open, and in walked Mina, one of the prettiest girls in the class. She was known for her confidence and charm, and today, she seemed to have a specific mission."Timothy," Mina called out, her voice clear and confident, "will you be my boyfriend?"The room fell silent as every head turned to look at Timothy. His eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting this public declaration. Anthony, sitting beside him, felt a sudden rush of emotions he couldn't quite identify. It was a confusing mix of jealousy, anger, and something else he couldn't put into words. The students around them began to cheer and clap, eagerly awaiting Timothy's response.Timothy, still processing the unexpected proposal, shrugged and said, "I will think about it."A wave of disappointment swept thr
I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. As my eyes fluttered open, I turned my head to see Timothy lying beside me, still fast asleep. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of his peaceful face. I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, feeling a warmth spread through me.As if sensing my gaze, Timothy's eyes slowly opened. He blinked a few times before focusing on me. A sleepy smile spread across his lips, and he whispered, "Good morning.""Good morning," I replied, my voice equally soft. "What should we do today?"Timothy stretched and sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "How about we go for a walk? It's a beautiful day, and I think we could both use some fresh air."I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement at the idea. "That sounds perfect."After getting dressed and having a quick breakfast, we headed out. The sun was shining brightly, and the air was crisp and invigorating. As we walked, we natu
As the next day unfolded at school, Timothy and I found ourselves working together during the lunch break. We did almost everything together, and Timothy's affectionate gestures, like constantly pecking me on the cheeks, were becoming a bit too much for some people around us. While some gave us disgusted looks, Timothy seemed unfazed by it all.On this particular day, as Timothy and I were engrossed in our work, Jake suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my arm, pulling me away without even waiting for Timothy to react. He dragged me towards the side where the toilets were and locked the door behind us."What is the meaning of this?" Jake demanded, his voice filled with anger. "I thought we were dating. Why are you with another guy and I see you been all romantic with him.I stared at him, taken aback by his sudden outburst. "But I... You said you didn't want to see me. You said..." My voice trailed off as I struggled to find the right words.Jake's eyes flashed with anger and