Finding Ourselves

Sure.

Make woke up to the sunlight filtering through the curtains. A beam of light was hitting him straight in the eye. Luckily, he was shielding Blaze from the sunlight, so it hadn't woken the boy up. He stared down at blaze, his boyfriend. His heart jumped when he thought that. Blaze was his boyfriend now. He couldn't believe it, not really. This boy, this insanely hot teenager, wanted to date him. Max glanced at the time on his phone and sighed. It was eight. He never slept in that late on Saturdays. Then he looked back at blaze. He supposed he could stay there just a bit longer.

"Good morning, love. How did you sleep?" he asked, his thumb brushing some stray hairs away from Blaze's forehead. He marveled at how the boy looked just after waking up. His eyes half lidded and filled with sleep, his lips pulled up in a tired smile.

"You better be careful," Max advised wearily. His eyes flew over the boy's fading bruises and still very real cuts. He didn't want Blaze to get hurt, and he certainly didn't want to have to witness it... Again. He wasn't ever good with watching people get hurt, especially when he couldn't do anything about it. It drove his protective instinct into overdrive when he was forced to stand by and do absolutely nothing. It was worse than it had ever been since the day.

(I can finally post the pictures of my characters. I'm so happy)

The deed has been done!

Max let out a quiet chuckle and sat up. His shadow blocked the bright sunlight from Blaze's eyes, so the boy could either move or put on his sunglasses, although he'd prefer the former. He loved the look of Blaze's eyes. They were mesmerizing to him and he couldn't help but get a flutter in his stomach when they locked eyes. That, though, may not have anything to do with his eyes.

Haha, that's fun.
Okay, so, I need your honest opinion. I'm thinking about writing a book about a guy who's like being stalked. He keeps getting notes and pictures of himself and all these weird things from this anonymous person, and at first I thought I should be all like SWERVE! and make him the anonymous person stalking himself for whatever reason... But now I'm not so sure.... Help me figure out who his stalker should be...
And I'm alsooooo thinking about another story that I could write and its kind of sci-fi-ish. It's really difficult to explain thoughhh.

Max nodded, "Yeah. I'm right starving." After the words left his mouth, his stomach growled quietly. His cheeks stained pink with embarrassment, and he let his eyes look down slightly. He mumbled quietly, "Sorry..."

Haha, I'll figure something out.

Max pulled on the shirt he had worn the day before and ruffled his hair a bit, not willing to attempt the long task of trying to make it look decent. When Blaze said he was cute, his cheeks flushed and he pulled on his Converse, lacing them up tight.

Sure thing!

Max wrapped the extra long laces of his black high tops around his ankles before tying them in a nice bow. He stood up, stretching out his sleep heavy muscles. He wanted to wake up before they left, and, so far, he was failing. His mind was still muddled with sleep, refusing to let him really function naturally.

Max allowed himself to be pulled to the couch, walking with Blaze. He was more than happy to fall down onto the plush couch with the boy. He tangled his arms around Blaze's torso, his legs twisting through Blaze's easily. He let his eyes close again, sleep threatening to overtake him immediately.

(Sure!)

Max was out like a light, his breathing slowed. His breaths came out slightly louder than usual-a whoosh of air going from between his slightly parted lips. His eyelids twitched lightly. His arms were wrapped around Blaze, muscles relaxed. The two were quite an adorable scene to come across.

Max's eyes fluttered open, surprise at hearing the stranger's voice. Blaze hadn't said that anyone was going to come over. His clear blue gaze landed on the younger boy's father. He could see the anger igniting in the older man's eyes. This must look bad, the two of them tangled up together on the couch. The intensity of the man's rage was enough for a horrible thought to register in Max's mind. Blaze's dad must have been homophobic, and, by the looks of things, he was probably thinking about beating Max up. Sure, Max could hold his own, but there was no way that he could defend himself against an active duty service-man. He nudged Blaze, trying to wake the younger boy up.

Max could feel the terror coming from Blaze. A protective feeling surged through his veins. He wanted to step in front of the boy, grab his hand, comfort him in any way he knew how, but he restrained himself. Nothing he could do now would help Blaze. In fact, he could probably only make it worse for his boy friend at this point. That didn't make him feel any better, though.
His jaw was set, his shoulders tight. If Blaze's dad tried to hurt the younger boy, he would do anything he could do to protect him. He bit his tongue, telling himself that he couldn't say anything to calm the man down.

I like the first one. Then he and Max can get into a fight later cuz Max wants him to try and mend his and his father's relationship, but Blaze thinks Max is looking for an out in their relationship or something, yeah? And then they break up and Blaze then tries to un-gay himself, but its like silent suffering, so Max takes matters into his own hands and something bad happens between him and Blaze's daddy?

A growl ripped from Max's throat, an animalistic noise that could have been a dog or a cougar if one hadn't seen it come from between the lips of a man. His fists clenched tight, knuckles turning white. It took all that he had to not punch Blaze's father right in the jaw. He didn't understand how someone could speak to their own son in such a way. He didn't want to interfere unless he saw completely fit, so he held himself back. He didn't make a move forward, but he didn't step back.