When Life Gives You Lemons

Brandon's POV

It was finally seven on the dot and I was currently getting ready for my date. Words can not describe how excited I was to go on this date. I was pacing back and fourth now trying to decide what to wear. Oliver said something something dressy yet casual, whatever the fuck that is.

"Oliiiiiii...." I whinned as I pulled at the strands of my hair. " I don't know what to wearrr."

"I told you dressy yet casual." The bathroom door opened and Oliver's tiny head poked out, eyes beaming in on me. "I don't know what more to tell you babe, where what you always wear to a date."

"Well about that...."

Oliver scoffed and raised an eyebrow "Ummhmm what about it?"

"I've never actually......been on a....date." I mumbled

I scratched the back of my head and looked down in nothing but shame, what else could I be. There was no way that a guy my age should have never been on a date. I mean even though I've been confused about my sexuality for a big majority of my life that still did not explain why I had not been on a single date.

I felt a strong arm wrap around me and a hand caress my cheek "Darling look at me." I hesitated, before doing as I was told and looking into the man's emerald colored eyes. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone's different when it comes to relationships. Some people like to date a lot of people and others.....well.....just don't. It's perfectly fine, okay?"

I smiled lightly "Okay.."

"Good." He pecked my lips. " Now hurry up and get dressed you cunt, we have ten minutes to get to the restaurant ."

"Way to ruin the moment you thot." I grumbled

He froze, looking over at me with a face that I couldn't quite recognize " Did you just call me a thot?"

"Yep, that hoe over there......the hoe of town......that is you good sir."

Something flashed across Oli's face. It was a unique mix of sadness and what I believed to be guilt. He let out a long breath. "Just.....just get dressed, I'll be waiting outside." And with that he was out the door.

I starred at the closed door for a while trying to process what just happened. Oliver and I play with names all the time. But I have started to notice one thing, anytime I get close to calling him a slut, whore, hoe, etc, he just gets, upset. I can tell that there is something lying under his skin, something that eating away at his conscious,and it's killing him. I see it in his eyes, the guilt that lies in them.Oliver's like a riddle, and as soon as I start to figure him out, new phrases and words are thrown at me. I'm utterly confused and I can only hope that one day he will trust me enough to tell me what's going on in that beautiful head of his.

I walked into the closet where a outfit seemed to have appeared out of thin air. I glanced at it up and down and immediately knew who the culprit was.

"Nathaniel.....Nathaniel." I chuckled. He left a note as he does with all the outfits he picks out for me. All I could do was shake my head as I read it to myself.

Dear Bitch,

Be a submissive bitch and wear the sexy clothes that I laid out for you. I know you've been panicking over what to wear, you clearly have no since of style, unlike mwah. So wear it!!! They're fucking stylish as shit!!!! Look good for once in your life!!! If you're going to be a bitch, at least you can be a sexy bitch!!!!

Love ,
Queen B aka Nate Dog =)


A grin spread across my face as I looked down at the note. I shook my head, What would I do without him? I picked up the clothes he set out for me and chucked them on. I looked at the full body mirror and couldn't help but be pleased. I looked good, as I always did when Nate picked out my attire. I walked out the closet, grabbed my phone and made my way out the room.

When I first stepped out the door I was meet by nobody. I was quite alarmed at first but then I figured that Oliver had just walked to blow off some steam. I walked down the path, looking around for any sign of my tattooed lover. I finally walked up to somebody, who's statured definately resembled that off Oliver, but their was cigarette smoke circling above him. That couldn't be my Oliver, he didn't smoke, did he?

"Oli?" I questioned voice coming out smaller than what I had hoped.

The man turned around and I saw that it was in fact Oli, he smiled lightly "You look nice."

"Thanks, so do you." I had finally took in his clothing and realized how hot he looked. "Really nice..."

"Umhmm" He dragged in a puff of the death stick, a hint of a smirk present on his lips "Oh really" I looked at him a little longer without saying a word. Things were starting to get awkward and I knew that he could tell because he let out a sigh. "Hey look, I know I acted a little weird back their but I........just had a lot on my mind. I guess it was just all becoming to much."

I frowned "Am I becoming to much."

"What? No! Never!" He ran his hand though his hair, tugging a little harder than what I would have liked him too. "It's just stressed out. That's why I came out for a smoke."

"I didn't even know you smoked."

"Normally don't" He looked down at the ground kicking the pebbles at his feet. "Only when I'm extremely stressed to the point where I can't handle it'

I stepped up and wrapped my arms around him in a hug which he immediately returned. "What's making you so stressed baby?'

"I am I guess. I'm just....." He trailed off with a sigh. I gave him a comforting squeeze, encouraging him to keep going. " I'm just doing something that I shouldn't do, to somebody that I care about a lot y'know. I just know that when they find out what's going on they'll be......they'll be so hurt by it and......and I hate myself for it. For even doing something like that to them."

"This person must mean a lot to you huh?" I questioned.

He closed his eyes and rested his chin on top my head " More than you'd ever know."

We stayed like this for a while. Just sitting in each others embrace. Occasionally sharing sweet kisses. But mostly I just listened to the lub-dub of his heart. It was like a melody to my ears. Beating a perfect rhythm, and doing a marvelous job of keeping the man I love alive. After a while I looked down at my phone and saw that it was eight-twenty.

"Oliver." I whispered, not wanting to ruin the moment

He kissed my forehead "Yes love."

"It's eight-twenty." I pouted before whining " We missed our reservation."

He chuckled. "Well.....what if I told you I know something better we can do then?"


"What can be better than our reservations at a five-star restaurant Oliver?"


"Hmmm I don't know." He smirked, eyes turning dark. " Maybe you...... and me...... naked in some sheets........moaning, groaning, fucking like some doped up bunnies.......that sounds better to me."

I gasped at his words, they were explicit, but they were definitely true. A night in bed with Oliver is far better than any reservation at any restaurant. I could feel my mind swim with so many different emotions, most being love and lust. Was tonight going to be the night? The night that I have been waiting for since I finally came to terms with the fact that I was utterly in love with Oliver. Is tonight, the night that we finally make our love official on every plane.

"That.....that sounds....yeah." I uttered

He smirked. "Let's go then."

Notes

Here's a longer and hopefully better chapter for you guys. So I finally got my HP laptop from school, so update should be coming more regularly, at least once a week until I finish the story.

Are you guys catching the foreshadowing???????????


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