Boyslove Novels & Stories

I reply. “I’m Charli, and most people treat me okay. I guess. I know I’m not like other boys and I find boys more attractive than girls,” the pretty little boy says. “I even have a boyfriend, sort of. He’s two years older and told me no one can know he kissed me, but you are The Luna and my half sister, so…I guess if you don’t make a mess of anything, because I really like him.”

They stared like I’d grown an extra head. “What the… You’re really his boyfriend?” the boy asked. I chuckled, loving the drama. Couldn’t believe something like this could make me feel good. I picked up the smoothie—looked like vomit but tasted surprisingly nice—and took a sip. “Thanks for the smoothie,” I said, handing the boy a folded, slightly stained fifty-dollar bill. “Keep the change.” The boy opened the drawer, but I waved him off. “You guys keep it.” “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, turning to the girl, grinning wildly.

He then held my face into his hands and looked straight into my eyes and asked me "Will you be my boyfriend? I want to protect you and stay by your side always. I know there is so much we have to know about each other but I hope we can do it slowly and steadily. I promise to never hurt you and do anything to let you down. So can you please?" I was stunned at his proposal and this I hugged him and breathed into his scent with my face hidden in his neck. I place a small kiss on his neck and said "But I have already considered you as my boyfriend. " I don't mind that we are taking it too fast because when it is meant to be it will happen. And why waste time when we both know we want to be with

One stood directly in front of him, while the other two blocked his escape. “You think you’re special because you can sing?” one of the boys snapped. Leo looked exhausted. “No.” “My girlfriend won’t stop talking about you.” Leo blinked. “What?” “She watches all your videos.” Realization crossed Leo’s face. “Oh.” The reaction only made the boy angrier. “Oh?” he repeated. “That’s your response?” Leo pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t even know your girlfriend.” “She likes you.” “And that’s somehow my fault? That she’s one of my fans?”

Caleb didn’t want a big celebration, because he hated the way his family celebrated holidays. His father was always working and his mom decided to plan holiday parties instead, so she could brag to the people who attended, that her husband was wealthy and famous. So, instead of buying a huge tree and decorating the entire apartment with flowers and lights, I bought him a pair of socks that had the Grinch just under the heel. He loved it so much he wore it every day for a week. And now…he was using it to tell me that he was potentially having sex with his girlfriend.