"We can laugh off things we know nothing about" - Sailor Song, Gigi Perez.

Charlie Spring's POV

I've been going out with Nick since I was fifteen years old and I've found out many things about him. He has a huge admiration for the Marvel universe, loves the sound felt tip pens make on any kind of paper, rugby and Vans. He is also fond of me. When we first kissed, at Harry's party I thought he'd run off but I guess not because he stayed. It's been two years since we met, and it kind of surprises me that he's eighteen and I'm seventeen. 

I'm lying in his arms after a long rainy day of school in my pajamas, his curtains shut and his fairy-lights twinkling supposedly watching Agatha All Along on his laptop. The main character looks alot like me which I guess makes Nick love me harder. I look at his eyes, the iris reflecting the current scene he's watching and he pauses the episode to look back into mine, and then he pulls me down and kisses me. He replays the episode and I lie in his arms and say something stupid like; Why are we like this? And we laugh away for hours on end, over nothing but a stupid question I spat out. We know nothing about this question but yet we laugh for hours because of this question. 

Then it's about the kissing. I melt into his kisses and each one ignites my heart. He pulls my shirt over my head, and reaches for his own and a condom in the bedside table. The thunder grows louder outside, covering our giggles and we lie in bed for a long time. I don't know how Nick could ever hate me, or how I could ever hate him. I love Nick Nelson so much.

Nick Nelson's POV

I don't know how I could every hate my boyfriend Charlie. I've loved him for two years. He's fond of things such as drumming, gay classical literature, being the head boy and loving me. I don't know how I'm ever expected to wake up alone now that I have him. Being bisexual was not what I planned. I didn't plan falling in love with Charlie, but I guess it just happened for god to put us on the same path and make us fall for each-other. I love Charlie so much. 

I lean in to kiss him and he smiles, as he pulls off his shirt and then I pull mine off, roll over and grab a condom in my bedside drawer as the thunder grows outside. I love Charlie, so much. He knows but I want to show him how much he means to me. He didn't deserve to be bullied at all, and I think things could be going up for him. He's been through so much. I love him. 

And he loves me too.