Part 10

                                    

                                          
< Colby's POV >
                          
I was taking Sam on a date today, and I was nervous. I shouldn't have been, but I was. I just wanted everything to be perfect. I was nervous because I wasn't sure if he was gonna enjoy it or not. I fucking hoped he did. We were laying in my bed, I'd just woken up and Sam was still fast asleep, his arms wrapped around me. I grinned and kissed his forehead softly, taking a second to look at such perfection. His dirty blonde hair was ruffled cutely, his little nose was just perfect in itself, his pink lips were soft and luscious.. I could go on and on.
"What're you staring at?" He laughed, his morning voice deep as he'd just woken up.
"You," I grinned, making him giggle.
"What're we doing on the date?" He asked, his deep morning voice now nonexistent. 
"You'll see, baby," I grinned, stroking his hair. He pouted and crossed his arms, throwing his head to one side so my hand was no longer running through his hair. 
"I guess I can't take you anywhere because you're mad at me," I shrugged, climbing out of bed.
"No, no, no! I'm not mad, I was just joking!" He squealed, jumping out of bed.
"I was kidding, even if you were mad I was gonna take you," I laughed, sliding my hands around his waist.
"Good," he giggled, hugging my waist. 
"C'mon, let's get dressed," I grinned, him looking up at me with his big blue eyes.
"But I wanna stay like this," he pouted, his arms wrapped tightly around me.
"Ok, but not for long," I gave in, playing with his hair.
"I love you," He mumbled, his warm hands against my back.
"I love you more," I grinned, bringing his chin up with a finger and kissing his lips, him giggling softly. 
"Let's get dressed," I smiled, my hands on his neck. He nodded and moved his hands from my back to his sides as we walked over to the wardrobe. 
"D'you wanna wear my clothes again or go get your own?" I asked, opening the wardrobe.
"Your's. They smell like you," he mumbled hiding his face. 
"Aww," I cooed, finding my own clothes.
"Shut up," he mumbled, looking through my clothes to find some. I walked to the other side of the room and got dressed within about 2 minutes, Sam finally finding the clothes he was wearing by the time I was dressed. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a pair of Calvin's which showed over the waistline of my jeans, a black T-shirt with holes in and a black denim jacket. Sam, on the other hand, had faded black jeans, also a pair of Calvin's, a white T-shirt and a baggy grey hoodie. One that I obviously wasn't getting back.
"What time are we going on the date?" Sam asked, a grin appearing on his face.
"Later," I laughed and pecked his lips, ruffling his hair with one hand before I walked towards the stairs. 
"When's later?" He asked, following after me.
"Later. I need to change before we leave anyway," I grinned, walking down the stairs with him by my side.
"I'm guessing I do too then," he giggled, running past me to get to the bottom first.
"If you want," I grinned, watching him pull his arm down in glee as he reached the bottom before me. 
"I got here before you," He squealed, throwing his arms around me as I reached the bottom. 
"I know, I know," I laughed, picking him up with ease. He squealed excitedly and giggled excessively as I carried him over to the sofa, placing him down onto it gently.
"I can't wait for later!" He giggled even more, pulling me down on top of him and he put small kisses all over my face. I laughed and planted a big one to his lips, making both of us grin.
                          
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