Walking down the street, hand in hand, Timothy and I couldn’t go one dakika without getting at least one stare. Some were envious. Some disgusted. Some admiring. Whatever the look meant, we didn’t care.
It wasn’t anything like PDA, but it was still disturbing the fucking homophobes in this town.
“Danny? Can we go to the bookstore? There is this book I really want.” Timothy’s voice was like muziki to my heart…
I squeezed his hand lightly. “Of course, Katsumi.”
He blushed. “Thank you, Danny!”
I pulled him into a big hug. “No problem.”
“Let’s go!” he alisema grabbing my hand and running ahead. Could he get any cuter?
After arriving at the bookstore, I sat in the chair and started to think. I thought about how Timothy shined without his shyness. He knew kinanda and he could write songs, for christsake.
Timothy looked over at me. “Danny? We can go if wewe want.”
Keeping my train of thought I answered him. “No, go ahead and get your book, hun.”
Timothy turned his head and sat on my lap. “Danny, what’s wrong? wewe look so sad…”
No…Gosh I can’t resist myself when he is this close to my face. “I-I’m fine.”
He grabbed my hand. “Are wewe sure?”
“I’m positive.” I pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so soft. I wanted to slip my tongue into his mouth…But, he doesn’t like kissing so much in public. I pulled away.
Timothy’s face was all red. “G-Good. Um…I’m ready to go, if wewe are…”
“I’m ready whenever wewe are, baby.”
His moyo was beating fast and I could tell. He tugged on my hand as we left the bookstore. “So, what should we do next?”
“We could hang at my place. My grandmother likes wewe so, wewe could stay over.”
He thought for a second. “Okay!”
I picked him up and carried him like a baby. “Is this okay?”
Wrapping his arms around my neck he replied “Yes.”
I smiled and walked home. Carrying my boy. My Timothy Katsumi Anderson.
I walked into the house and put Timothy on the couch. I closed the door. “Grandma? Grandpa? Are wewe home?” No reply. “Timothy, baby, gimme a sec, okay?”
He nodded his head. “Okay.”
I kissed his head and walked upstairs.
When I got upstairs I couldn’t hear anything. I went into all of the rooms and no sign of them anywhere. So I walked down the stairs and Timothy was reading. Of course. That little book worm. I came up behind him.
“Guess who?”
Timothy giggled. “Um…Danny?”
“How did wewe know?” I walked around the kitanda and laid down.
Not too long afterwards, Timothy was laying on me, asleep. I pulled him up to me so I could feel his breathing on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. But they were good shivers.
He finally woke up. “D-Danny? Did I make my way up here? I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I put wewe up here. This may sound weird, but I like watching wewe sleep.”
“No,” he alisema yawning a little, “it’s not weird.”
“Good.” I kissed him. I swear, every time I kiss him I could just die. He made me feel THAT great.
Kissing back, Timothy started to pull away a little bit.
I stopped. “Timothy? Is my kissing wewe bothering you?”
Timothy looked shocked. “No! I just…don’t like being on juu of you…I feel insecure as it is >_<.”
“Okay.” I took him off of me and got up. He laid down and I got on juu of him. “Better?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
I slowly started kissing his lips and moved to his cheek, then to his neck.
Timothy wimpered a little. I mean, DAMN. He knew how to turn me on…
The doorbell rang. Shit. I gave Timothy an apology look. He just giggled and looked at the door.
I got off and answered the door. It was my grandmother. “I’m home, Danny!” She kissed my cheek. “How was your day?” She peeked around my neck. “Hi Timothy!”
Timothy giggled and waved at her. “Hi, Maria!” I really like how well they get along. Timothy got up.
“Timothy, what is that red blotch on your neck?”
He turned a really light red. “Um…mosquito bite?”
“Oh, wewe poor thing. Does it itch?”
“N-No…It doesn’t really feel like anything.”
I gave him a hickey. Haha. Poor babe.
“Alright, well if it gets to itching, just tell me.” She shut the door behind her, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV.
“Grandma, we are going up to my room…by the way, where is Grandpa?”
She looked at me coldly. “He is ‘working’.”
I looked at her. “Oh…okay…” And I went upstairs with Timothy following close behind.
It wasn’t anything like PDA, but it was still disturbing the fucking homophobes in this town.
“Danny? Can we go to the bookstore? There is this book I really want.” Timothy’s voice was like muziki to my heart…
I squeezed his hand lightly. “Of course, Katsumi.”
He blushed. “Thank you, Danny!”
I pulled him into a big hug. “No problem.”
“Let’s go!” he alisema grabbing my hand and running ahead. Could he get any cuter?
After arriving at the bookstore, I sat in the chair and started to think. I thought about how Timothy shined without his shyness. He knew kinanda and he could write songs, for christsake.
Timothy looked over at me. “Danny? We can go if wewe want.”
Keeping my train of thought I answered him. “No, go ahead and get your book, hun.”
Timothy turned his head and sat on my lap. “Danny, what’s wrong? wewe look so sad…”
No…Gosh I can’t resist myself when he is this close to my face. “I-I’m fine.”
He grabbed my hand. “Are wewe sure?”
“I’m positive.” I pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so soft. I wanted to slip my tongue into his mouth…But, he doesn’t like kissing so much in public. I pulled away.
Timothy’s face was all red. “G-Good. Um…I’m ready to go, if wewe are…”
“I’m ready whenever wewe are, baby.”
His moyo was beating fast and I could tell. He tugged on my hand as we left the bookstore. “So, what should we do next?”
“We could hang at my place. My grandmother likes wewe so, wewe could stay over.”
He thought for a second. “Okay!”
I picked him up and carried him like a baby. “Is this okay?”
Wrapping his arms around my neck he replied “Yes.”
I smiled and walked home. Carrying my boy. My Timothy Katsumi Anderson.
I walked into the house and put Timothy on the couch. I closed the door. “Grandma? Grandpa? Are wewe home?” No reply. “Timothy, baby, gimme a sec, okay?”
He nodded his head. “Okay.”
I kissed his head and walked upstairs.
When I got upstairs I couldn’t hear anything. I went into all of the rooms and no sign of them anywhere. So I walked down the stairs and Timothy was reading. Of course. That little book worm. I came up behind him.
“Guess who?”
Timothy giggled. “Um…Danny?”
“How did wewe know?” I walked around the kitanda and laid down.
Not too long afterwards, Timothy was laying on me, asleep. I pulled him up to me so I could feel his breathing on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine. But they were good shivers.
He finally woke up. “D-Danny? Did I make my way up here? I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I put wewe up here. This may sound weird, but I like watching wewe sleep.”
“No,” he alisema yawning a little, “it’s not weird.”
“Good.” I kissed him. I swear, every time I kiss him I could just die. He made me feel THAT great.
Kissing back, Timothy started to pull away a little bit.
I stopped. “Timothy? Is my kissing wewe bothering you?”
Timothy looked shocked. “No! I just…don’t like being on juu of you…I feel insecure as it is >_<.”
“Okay.” I took him off of me and got up. He laid down and I got on juu of him. “Better?”
He smiled. “Yes.”
I slowly started kissing his lips and moved to his cheek, then to his neck.
Timothy wimpered a little. I mean, DAMN. He knew how to turn me on…
The doorbell rang. Shit. I gave Timothy an apology look. He just giggled and looked at the door.
I got off and answered the door. It was my grandmother. “I’m home, Danny!” She kissed my cheek. “How was your day?” She peeked around my neck. “Hi Timothy!”
Timothy giggled and waved at her. “Hi, Maria!” I really like how well they get along. Timothy got up.
“Timothy, what is that red blotch on your neck?”
He turned a really light red. “Um…mosquito bite?”
“Oh, wewe poor thing. Does it itch?”
“N-No…It doesn’t really feel like anything.”
I gave him a hickey. Haha. Poor babe.
“Alright, well if it gets to itching, just tell me.” She shut the door behind her, sat on the couch, and turned on the TV.
“Grandma, we are going up to my room…by the way, where is Grandpa?”
She looked at me coldly. “He is ‘working’.”
I looked at her. “Oh…okay…” And I went upstairs with Timothy following close behind.
"....Hey is there any way we can songesha this modeling thing to inayofuata weekend?"
"I'm sorry Korea..but It's tonight au wewe miss wewe job"
"Ok thanks"
I walked to Jake's house and he opened the door.
"Hey Korea"
"hey..i want to know what dress i'm wearing for the dance tonight"
"Well i upendo the red one....but the i like thee black ONE BETTER"
"Thanks!" i kissed his cheek and left.
I will miss the modeling thing it doesn't matter as much as Jake mean to me.
I went nyumbani and got dressed.I did my hair and waited until Jake to pick me up.I heard a knock.
I opened the door to see him wearing a tux.He looked so cute!
"Wow Korea wewe look amazing!"
"Thanks..you look so cute in that tux"
"Thanks...you wanna go?"
"Sure"
We drove to the dance.I had a great time until.........2 be continued.
"I'm sorry Korea..but It's tonight au wewe miss wewe job"
"Ok thanks"
I walked to Jake's house and he opened the door.
"Hey Korea"
"hey..i want to know what dress i'm wearing for the dance tonight"
"Well i upendo the red one....but the i like thee black ONE BETTER"
"Thanks!" i kissed his cheek and left.
I will miss the modeling thing it doesn't matter as much as Jake mean to me.
I went nyumbani and got dressed.I did my hair and waited until Jake to pick me up.I heard a knock.
I opened the door to see him wearing a tux.He looked so cute!
"Wow Korea wewe look amazing!"
"Thanks..you look so cute in that tux"
"Thanks...you wanna go?"
"Sure"
We drove to the dance.I had a great time until.........2 be continued.