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Bubba smiled when Marshall confirmed that it was a date. Our first date! he squealed inwardly and slid his helmet on before getting on and wrapping his arms around Marshall's waist. He enjoyed the ride, completely content on staying like that forever with Marshall in his arms. However, way too soon he felt the bike slowing down and opened his eyes, frowning at his house. He stared up at it for a moment in sadness before Marshall's voice ripped through his thoughts. He smiled slightly and nodded, hopping off quickly to unlock the gate then got back on, hugging him again as he drove up to the front of his house. He reluctantly got off after noticing that Marshall drove much slower than usual then parked. He waited for Marshall to unlock the saddle bags and sifted through the shopping bags, finding all of his own and grabbing his food as well. He leaned forward and lifted up the visor on Marshall's helmet after removing his own and holding it under his arm. He leaned up on his toes and planted a soft kiss on Marshall's lips, pulling back with a blush. "Oh!" he said suddenly, digging around in his bags before pulling out the two strips of photos that were stuck together. He carefully pulled them apart and handed Marshall his copy. "Your photos," he said happily and waved shyly. "I'll see you Monday. Feel free to text me...or call...or whatever." He giggled a little to himself then pranced up the steps and inside the house, turning around once more to watch Marshall drive away. Oh, that was a perfect day... He saw his dad as soon as he turned back around and grinned. "Daddy, that was the best day ever!" he whispered excitedly, not wanting his mother to hear. his father chuckled at him and shooed him off to his room, winking to let him know he'd hear the details later.

Bubba ate dinner with his parents, being silently happy for most of the meal. He responded to a few questions throughout the night, but that was about it. When his mother sent him to bed, he sat in his room and looked over the pictures from that day. The last thing he did was look at the photo booth images. He ran his fingers lovingly over the images and giggled quietly to himself. The really did look good together, he supposed. Oh my Glob, I'm actually dating Marshall Lee.., he thought dreamily, hugging the images to his chest. He heard a knock at the door and quickly hid the pictures, calling for them to come in. He smiled brightly when it was his dad and pulled the pictures out once again as he closed the door. "Hey, Daddy. Wanna see something amazing?" he asked happily and held out the pictures to him as he sat down on his bed. His father smiled fondly at him and leaned down to hug him. "Looks like you really like this boy," he teased, laying down beside his son on the bed. "I do," he whispered happily. "I've liked him for five years. He's really nice even if he tries to play bad. And he smells so good," he told him, lifting his arm up to his face and breathing in the scent from the shirt covering the crook of his elbow. He frowned a little as he removed his arm from his face. "But...at school we're not going to be able to even act like we're together because of everyone else... They'll all make fun of us...or even start bullying..." He sighed softly. "Well, Honey, if you really care about this boy, what does it matter? And if people start bullying you, you tell me and I'll be sure to go down there and sort something out. I'm sure Marshall's parents wouldn't mind stepping in as well." Bubba smiled happily up at him and hugged him tightly before his father got up. "Okay, Bubba. You need to get to sleep." He handed him the images back. "Be sure to wear your best clothes for you new boyfriend Monday at school," he teased as he looked down at all the new bags. "And don't worry about your mother tomorrow if you want to go hang out with him. She has a girls' day out with some of her friends. Just don't be out too late. It is a school day Monday." He leaned down and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, Bubba. I love you." "Love you, too," he said happily as his father shut the door behind him. Bubba quickly undressed and slipped the shirt back onto his shoulders before curling up under his covers. He pulled his phone out from beneath his pillows and texted Marshall a quick "Sweet sleep. <3" and closed his eyes, slipping off into dreamland.

The next morning, Bubba woke up with a small yawn and sat up, looking around a little confusedly. He frowned when he realized that Marshall and he falling asleep cuddled up together was just a dream. He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly and pulled himself out of bed. He buttoned up the shirt around himself and walked downstairs, hair mussed up and shirt hanging to his knees. He plopped himself down at the breakfast table and scratched at his clothed belly as he looked at the clock on the stove. He blinked, surprised. It was only eight o'clock? He realized then that his phone was loosely clutched in his hand and flipped it open. He smiled at the device and decided to text Marshall. G'morning, Marshall. c: Mom's out all day with her friends if you want to come over and hang out sometime today. I'm sure Daddy wouldn't mind. He closed his phone and folded his arms on the table, laying his head down on top of them. He closed his eyes to rest them briefly of the blinding light of the rising sun and ended up falling back to sleep right there on the kitchen table.

Bubba's head jerked up off of his folded arms at the sound of a knock at his door. He grunted and wiped the small dribble of drool off of his chin before blinking around at his kitchen confusedly. Why wasn't he in his bed? He heard the knock again, causing him to jump then run his hand through his hair. Grumbling to himself, he hobbled into the living room and grabbed the door handle, turning it as he yawned, eyes closed until he finished. A smile lit his face slightly as he saw Marshall standing there. "Mm... Hey, Marshall," he said sleepily and rubbed his eye with his hand which was covered by the cuff of the sleeve of Marshall's shirt. Marshall's shirt... He looked down at himself and froze, face turning a bright shade of red. All he was wearing was underwear and Marshall's shirt. He squeaked and hid behind the door, peeking out from behind it to look at Marshall. "U-Uhm, I-I'm gonna go put some clothes on. Y-You can come in," he told him timidly and scurried off to his bedroom.

Once his bedroom was closed, he banged his head against the wall slightly before sighing and moving to grab a pair of pajama pants and a tee-shirt. He put Marshall's shirt back on over it, though, and smiled. He took a deep breath to calm himself before making his way back down to the living room where he guessed Marshall was waiting. "Okay! I have clothes on now!" he said cheerfully, face still flushed from embarassment.

Bubba hummed in thought and ploppe down on the couch. "Well...we could have a movie day. Or...we could just sit on the couch and cuddle and talk..," he suggested, wiggling down into the comfort of his couch. He smiled up at Marshall and patted the seat next to him. "Then, if you want, we can figure out if we want to go out and do something in the outside world later." He smiled up at him cutely.

"Oh, Bubba, I see your friend came over," came a voice from the bottom of the stairs. Bubba jumped a little and turned around, smiling at his father. "Hey, Daddy! We might go out somewhere later, but Marshall's gonna stay over for a while today. Is that okay?" His father just smiled at him and nodded. "Oh, your mother will be back somewhere around seven tonight, so I would be back around six or six-thirty if I were you." Bubba nodded happily. "Okay, Daddy. Thank you." His father smiled adoringly at him and moved into the kitchen to cook a small brunch for the three of them.

Bubba looked back at Marshall. "So, what do you think? Stay in for a movie or two then go out later?" He pulled the blanket that was kept on the back of the couch down and unfolded it, snuggling down into its warmth and comfort as he waited for an answer.

Bubba nodded happily at the mention of a horror movie. He loved horror movies. They scared him shitless, but he loved them. Mostly because they reminded him of Marshall because of the fangs and everything...but still. He had always wanted Marshall to hold him and "protect" him during the horror movies. Now that might come true. "A horror movie sounds great!" he said cheerily, then looked at him bashfully. "As long as you don't mind me hiding under the covers when scary stuff happens," he mumbled, looking up at him with wide violet eyes, begging Marshall to wrap his arms around him and hold him forever and keep him safe.