Catch me if I fall

Karamel's P.O.V


".....You really are a sweet boy." I said as I hugged him. It made me sad knowing that this was the last time I would be hugging him. We slowly pulled away from ach other and he looked down at the ground and I heard him sniffing. I guess my mind was working faster than I could comprehend cause before I know it, my hand was was laced in his silky bown hair and my lips were on his. wHAT THE FUCK. I WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO LEAVE THE DAMN CONTRY AND NOT HAVE ANYMORE PROBLEMS WITH THESE BOYS AND I JUST HAD TO FUCK ALL OF IT UP.

Surprisingly, he isn't rejecting it. I guess at first he was kind of shocked because he was kinda stiff and still. It worried me, what if doesn't want me to kissing him? After a bit more of time, he started easing into it. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I linked my arms around his neck and was softly stroking his hair. He then started to put a little more pressure into it, so I did too. There we were, having a full blown makeout session infront of my house with people walking down the street and looking at us like we were crazy.

I never actually thought this day would come. The day I'm having a makeout session with Mikey.

Slowly, we pulled away and stared into each other's eyes. It's almost impossible to describe how amazing his eyes look. They were slightly green, with beautiful sparks of hazel near the pupil. They were beautifully bright and stunning. Not to mention that his cheeks were a soft shade of Fuchsia pink. I have no idea what to say now. That was all so sudden.

He was about to say something, but was cut off when the door opened and out popped my dad. Fucking of course.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" He screamed at Mikey's face. He pushed Mikey to the ground and kicked him in the gut. Hard.

"Mikey!" I cried. My dad turned to me, grabbed my wrist and my duffle bag, and shoved me into the car, immediately pulling out the driveway. As we were leaving the street, the last thing I saw was Mikey laying on his side, trying to get up.
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After 15 to 20 minutes of hearing my dad scream at me, we finally made it to the airport. I got out of the car and took out my luggage and backpack. Putting on both straps of my backpack, i remember that I still have razors, syringes and H in my duffle bag. Thinking quick, I take them out and throw them into a bush near by. Better.

We reach the north terminal and as we wait in line for them to weigh our luggage, i see those two men who whistled at me when Mikey was walking me home. Ugh, assholes. They walked past me and smirked. Gross.
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Time went by pretty fast because I was sitting in concourse C and we had only a few minutes until we were to board the plane.

What will Berlin be like? Will people like me? Or will I be an outcast? I also wonder if I'll be able to still get as much H as I usually do.....

I am brought back to my attention when I see everyone standing up and getting in line to board the plane. I get near the front, hand the lady my ticket and passport, and walk down the little corridor to the plane. The piolet greets me and tells me to have a good flight. I smile and continue to the seating area. I find my seat as everone else finds theirs. Lucky for me, my dad isn't sitting near me.

As the flight attendent explains the safety precautions, I'm dozed off. Soon I can feel the plane taking off as I think of how I'm having to leave everything behind. Especially all of wonderful and amazing friends. Ray, Bob, Frank, Gerard, Mikey, Ivy. All of them.

Notes

Here you go bbys. :*