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Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days of our Love
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Chapter 14: Our Love Will Never End
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When Easter arrived on the 12th of April, I knew Chris’ family would be big on celebrating it since they were religious. My family and I were never religious. I believe there is something out there, but I don’t know what. I sometimes like to think of it as believing in everything—God, Buddha, Jesus, Karma, or whatever it is people believe in nowadays.

Chris, however, believes in one God only. He also believes that Jesus is God’s Son. I was cool with that, but when he wanted me to go to church with him and his family in Virginia, I was not so sure I wanted to go. I was never a churchgoing man. I just felt so out of place. I don’t like being judged, or having people tell me that I’m a sinner. In fact, I think most churches are full of hypocrites who look down on somebody for something, and then go out and either do the same thing or something worse. Of course, Chris wasn’t making it easy for me to say no as I talked with him on the phone days before.
“Please? I want you to go to church with me. We can go to lunch with my family afterwards.”
“How about I come to Virginia, but skip church, and then go to lunch with you guys?” I suggested, hoping that he would agree, but knowing that he probably wouldn’t.
“You can’t skip church on Easter!”
I smiled. “Sure, I can. I’m not overly religious like you are.”
“Excuse me?”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I meant, I’m not into going to church and all that junk.”
“Going to church isn’t junk.”
“I’m just not into it. You go. I’ll wait or you at your house, and then I’ll meet you at the restaurant.”
“It wouldn’t kill you to go to church this one time for me, you know. So you’re going to make me go to church every Sunday alone if we ever get married?”
I laughed. “Married? Baby, we’re talking about Easter and going to church; not marriage.”
“You know what? Fine. If you don’t want to come, then just don’t come. Goodbye.”
It had been the first time he had ever hung up on me. I was angry at first, and hadn’t bothered to call him back. Then, the more I thought about it, the more I felt bad. Chris was right. No matter what I did or didn’t believe in, it wouldn’t kill me to go to church with Chris and his family. And I really shouldn’t have laughed when he mentioned marriage. Marriage definitely wasn’t unthinkable. I’d love to marry him one day. I’d feel bad making him go to church all by himself all the time. I realized then that it was time to suck up my pride and go crawling back to him. I wanted it to be a surprise though. I booked a flight, and could hardly wait to see the expression on Chris’ face when I showed up on his doorstep.
B∞C

It was the day before Easter, and I was miserable. I loved Easter, and was usually eager to celebrate it. However, the fight between Blake and I had made me feel bad. I shouldn’t force anyone to go to church. After all, God doesn’t want people to go to church out of obligation. I could have had Blake here with me, but all because I didn’t want him to not go to church, I had pushed him away. I had tried to call him back, but he wasn’t answering his cell phone. He wasn’t answering the phone at his Seattle home or our LA home either. I was starting to worry.
“Stop pacing the floor, honey. You’re going to wear a whole in the carpet.”
I turned to my mom, who was standing in the doorway, looking amused.
“Sorry. I’m just worried. He’s not answering his phone. He probably hates me now.”
My mother chuckled, and walked over to me. She pulled me in for a hug.
I sighed. I always felt safe when my mother hugged me.
“I’ve seen the way that boy looks at you. Trust me, he is not going to hate you just because you wanted him to go to church with you.”
“I hung up on him though. He won’t even pick up the phone now.”
“Come here.” We were in my bedroom, so she led me over to the bed, where we both sat down. She lifted my chin up with her finger, and I looked her in the eyes. “He is just upset right now. He loves you so much, and that kind of love can’t just be turned off. Trust me. I know these things.” She smiled, and released her finger.
I sighed. “I hope so.” I rested my head on her shoulder. I just love him so much, mom! I’ve never felt this way about anyone—not even Gayle.”
She smiled, knowingly. “It really must be love.”
I grinned. “It is.”
She stroked my hair, and then stood up. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep? I’m sure you’ll feel better about everything in the morning.”
I nodded. “I’ll try.”
She kissed my cheek. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” I said, kissing her cheek in return. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” She left my room.
I sighed, and glanced over at my cell phone. I contemplated calling Blake again, but then gave up on the idea. Maybe I’d call him in the morning. I turned my phone off, and then stripped down to my underwear. I got into my pajamas, and then climbed into bed, hoping that tomorrow, Blake would answer.
B∞C

When I arrived at Chris’ place, I was starting to regret coming. He still lived with his parents for the time being, which meant I would be intruding on them too. It was almost eleven o’clock at night. I contemplated getting a hotel, and then coming back in the morning, but I didn’t want to miss church. I wasn’t sure what time it started. There were still lights on, so I figured it would be okay for me to show up. At least, I hoped it would be.
I knocked on the door, hoping that I wouldn’t be waking anybody.
When the door opened, I saw Chris’s father.
“Blake, I’m surprised to see you here. Come in.”
I stepped in. “I’m sorry for coming so late. I guess I really didn’t think about the time when I booked my flight. I wanted to fly down to surprise Chris. He really wanted me to go to church with you guys tomorrow.”
“Ah, it’s not that late. We’re night owls here. I’m sure he’s going to be very glad toy see you,” Danny said as he closed the door and locked it. “He’s in bed now, but you can go wake him up if you’d like. I know he won’t mind. You’ll probably be sleeping in his bed tonight anyway, I’m sure. Though, if you want the spare bedroom, it’s all yours.”
I blushed. "I guess I’ll take his room if it’s all right with you and your wife.”
“It’s more than all right! He is going to be so thrilled to see you! He was so upset earlier, thinking that you hated him because he hung up on you,” Phyllis said, now coming into the room.
I felt my heart sink a little. I hadn’t meant for him to think that. “I could never hate him. I love him no matter how many arguments we get in,” I said.
She smiled. “I tried my best to assure him of that, but I’m sure he’ll be much more reassured upon seeing you.” She walked over to me and gave me a big hug. “Thank you for coming.”
I hugged her back. “Thank you for allowing me to stay here with no notice.”
She stroked my hair and broke the hug. “You’re like a second son to us. You can stay here anytime you want.”
“Just try not to let it be anytime after midnight, unless it’s an emergency,” Danny said with a wink and a grin.
I laughed. “Don't worry. From now on, I promise to come earlier.”
“Good to know. Can we get you anything to eat?” Danny then asked.
I shook my head. “No, thank you. I had dinner and snacks on the plane. I think I’ll just head to bed now if that’s all right with you guys.” I was eager to see Chris and tell him that I could never hate him.
“You have a good night then.” Danny pat my back.
“Thanks. You too,” I said.
Phyllis gave me another hug. “Goodnight. We’ll see you in the morning.”
I hugged her back. It felt good to know that I would always have such a warm welcome from Chris’ parents. “Goodnight.”
I then headed up the stairs and to Chris' bedroom. I could hardly wait to see his reaction! I just hoped that he would accept me, and not throw me out on my butt. I didn’t want to have to spend the night in a lonely spare bedroom.
B∞C

I woke at the sound of my door being shut. I was a little panicked. Was someone breaking into the house?
I was almost afraid to look, but knew I had better. My family would need me to protect them if it really was a burglar.
I grabbed my lamp and turned around slowly, ready to attack.
“What? Are you going to try to knock my lights out?” Blake laughed at his own joke. “Surely you can’t be that mad at me. Please take into consideration that I did show up.”
“Blake?” I set the lamp down.
He ran over to me, and pounced on the bed.
“Oomph! You can’t just sit on the bed like a normal person?” I asked.
He grinned, and shook his head. “Nope!”
It then fully registered in my head that he was there. “You came after all.”
He nodded. “I thought about what you said earlier, and realized that you are right. I was a jerk, and I’m sorry. I’d love to go to church with you.”
“I’m the on who should be sorry. I shouldn’t force you to go to church if you don’t want to,” I said, feeling slightly ashamed.
“No, I should have agreed right away because it’s important to you. I love you, and I’ll do anything within reason for you.” He pushed me backwards down onto the bed and began kissing me.
I grinned against his lips. “Within reason?”
“Well, I wouldn’t go out and do anything illegal for you, like say, kill someone.”
I laughed. “I’d never ask you to kill someone or to do anything else illegal. I’m the churchgoing boy, remember?”
He smiled, and nuzzled his cheek up against mine. “I love you.”
I rubbed his back, loving the feel of him in my arms. “I love you too. Thank you for coming. Easter is going to be so much better with you here.”
“Well, it’s like you said. I can’t let you go to church alone all the time when we’re married. I’m thinking maybe twice a month?”
I felt my heart pounding. He had said when we’re married. He wanted to get married one day. “Deal!”
We grinned at each other, and then kissed some more.
He moved his kisses down the side of my neck, and gently nipped the skin there. “I know we’re in your parent’s house, but that never stopped us before.”
I moaned. “As gross as it is for me to think about this, I think my parents pretty much assume we will anyway. Even so, let’s try to keep it down.”
He grinned. “Anything to be able to make love to you.”
“I love you,” I whispered.
He gently kissed my lips. “I love you too,” he whispered back.
B∞C

The next morning, it felt so wonderful to wake up in Chris’ arms. The night before, I had made sure to make him feel all the love that I had for him.
I nuzzled my nose against his neck. He had the softest skin.
“Hey. Happy Easter.”
I grinned at the sound of his voice, which was still a little groggy from waking up. I kissed his lips. “Good morning, sunshine. Happy Easter. Did you sleep well?”
He nodded. “Of course I did. I had you in my arms.”
“You just earned yourself another kiss for that,” I said, kissing him again.
He wrapped his arms around me, and we continued to kiss for a few moments.
There was a knock at the door, causing us to cease our kissing. I held back a groan.
“Yes?” Chris asked.
“Are you decent?” It was Phyllis.
I pulled the covers over Chris and I, and then got off of him and lay down beside him.
“Come in,” Chris said.
Phyllis opened the door and popped her head in. She smiled. “Happy Easter, boys.”
“Happy Easter,” Chris and I both replied.
“Church starts in an hour, so hurry up and do whatever you have to do, then come down for breakfast.”
“All right,” Chris said.
Phyllis shut the door, and Chris turned to me and grinned. “Want to shower together to save time?”
I nodded. “Don’t you know it!” I got out of bed, and walked over to his side of the bed. I extended my hand to him. “Come on! You heard your mother. Church starts in an hour. Time is wasting. Let’s go!”
Chris laughed, and took my hand. “It’s amazing what a little nakedness together can do to you,” he said.
I slipped some pants on to walk over to the bathroom in. I grinned. “Can you blame me?”
Chris slipped his own pants on, and grinned back. He shook his head. “Not at all.”
B∞C

We shaved and showered. I felt with it being Easter, and with us only having an hour until church, it would be best for us to behave in the shower. I'll admit, we kissed a lot even if we didn’t do more other than wash each other’s bodies. We also dried each other off afterwards.
Once we were dressed, we headed downstairs for breakfast. My mom had bacon, toast, and cereal already set on the table, and was standing at the stove. “How do you like your eggs Blake? I know Chris likes his scrambled.”
Blake smiled. “Scrambled is fine, thank you.”
We sat down at the table.
My father was already seated, reading the Sunday paper. “Good morning! Happy Easter, boys. I’m sure you had a fun reunion last night.”
Blake and I both blushed.
“I was glad to see him,” I said. My parents could be so embarrassing! I mean, who wanted to talk about their sex life with their parents? It was just wrong.
“You weren’t kidding last night,” Blake said under his breath.
I smirked, knowing he meant when I mentioned about them assuming we’d have sex.
A moment later, my mother brought the eggs over, and then we all sat down to eat.
“Who wants to say the blessing?” my mother asked.
“Would you like to Blake, since you’re our guest?” I asked, joking of course.
Blake blushed. “Um, sure.”
“You don’t have to. I was just joking. I know you don’t pray,” I said.
He shook his head. “No. I want to.”
I was impressed. He was doing this for me, I knew.
We all bowed our heads and closed our eyes.
I took Blake’s hand in mind and gently squeezed it. I was so happy with him for doing this for me.
“Dear God, thank you for this meal. Thank you for the wonderful woman who made it, and thank you for her wonderful husband. Thank you even more for an even more wonderful boyfriend.”
I ran my thumb over the back of Blake’s hand.
“And of course, thank you for rising again and saving us from our sins. In The Lord’s Name we pray, Amen.”
We all opened our eyes and lifted our heads.
“That was a very nice prayer, Blake. Thank you,” my mother said.
My father nodded. “I thought you said he didn’t know much about God, Chris. He seems to know enough.” He winked at Blake.
“He surprised me too,” I said, looking over at Blake. I was more proud of him than I had ever been.
Blake blushed. “I may not be that religious, but I know the beliefs.”
I kissed his cheek, and we began to eat. I knew that Blake had to be one of the most amazing boyfriends ever.

B∞C

I sat in church next to Chris. I wished I could hold his hand, but I knew that two men holding hands in church was probably not the best idea. The last thing I wanted to do was out Chris in his church. Heck, I didn’t want to out myself in a church either!
We had to stand for the music. I just stood there, feeling stupid as Chris and his family sang the Christian songs that I didn’t know along with the rest of the congregation.
When it came time for the offering, I threw in a twenty, which caused a smile to play on Chris’s lips. I was happy that I had done it. I was helping the church, and I got to see Chris smile for me. It couldn't get much better than that, I knew.
The sermon wasn’t too bad. In fact, it was pretty interesting. However, just as I was starting to think that church wasn’t that bad, the pastor began to comment on all the things the Lord felt was sinful. Guess which was number one? It wasn’t murder, it wasn’t rape—heck, it wasn’t even stealing. It was homosexuality. I felt my stomach drop, and I was extremely uncomfortable. Were Chris’ parents judging Chris and I right now? Was Chris going to change his mind about us? I was tempted to run out of the sanctuary, but I stayed. I didn’t want to make it too obvious to the rest of the congregation that I was “living in sin” as they would call it.
When church ended, Chris wanted to introduce me to a few people. I was eager to get out of there, but I didn’t want to be rude. I stayed, figuring that Chris must not have changed his mind about us if he wanted to introduce me to people. Then again, he introduced me as his friend. Then again, I knew he obviously wasn’t going to introduce me as anything else. “This is my boyfriend, Blake Lewis.” Yeah, right.
Finally, we left the church and got back into his father’s car.
“So, Blake, how did you like church?” Danny asked me as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“It was better than I thought it would be,” I said. Danny hadn’t mentioned the homosexual part, so I didn’t feel the need to either.
Phyllis smiled. “That’s good. Do you think you’d ever go again?”
No, my mind screamed. I smiled instead. “Sure.”
Chris grinned at me, and took my hand in his. He gave it a gentle squeeze.
I smiled back at him, and squeezed his hand in return. Well, I suppose if it made Chris happy, I could get myself to go to church again. I just hoped there would be no more sermons on how homosexuality was an abominable sin.
B∞C

Lunch was nice. I was a little embarrassed at my pastor’s preaching against homosexuality. I guess it could be expected in church, but at the same time, why then of all sermons, did he have to bring it up? I could see how uncomfortable Blake had been when that was mentioned.
After lunch, when we went back to my place and were alone in my room, I brought it up to him.
“Were you bothered by what my pastor said about homosexuality being an abominable sin?” We were both sitting on my bed. I rubbed his back.
He looked at me. “Were you?”
“Honestly, I kind of was. I love the Bible, and know it’s all true, but I think this is one thing that has either changed, or was interpreted wrong. I’m not a total Biblical expert, but I’m pretty sure there were even gay people in the Bible that were still God-fearing people. I love you, Blake. I know we’re not doing anything wrong by loving each other.”
He smiled. “I’m glad to hear you say that. I was afraid you would change your mind about us, or that your parents would stop being okay with us.”
“That’s never going to happen. I’m never going to stop loving you, and you better not stop loving me.” I took his face between my hands and kissed his lips.
He grinned. “There’s a better chance of Sanjaya and I being best buds than there is of me ever stopping loving you.
I laughed. “Well then I feel pretty safe in our relationship.”
We kissed. I gently pushed him down onto the bed, and pinned him beneath me.
There was a knock on the door, causing Blake to groan. “Your parents seriously have the worst timing in the world, dude.”
I sighed. “Tell me about it!” I slid off of Blake and to the side. “Come in!”
My mother and father both came in then.
“Sorry to interrupt, but we got you a little something,” my father said.
He and my mother each held up and Easter basket, filled with candy.
“Your mother made up the baskets, but I helped pay for the things in it. I also helped pick it out.” My father winked at Blake and I. He handed Blake the basket he was holding.
“I hope you boys like everything in them.” My mother handed me the one she was holding.
“You guys didn’t have to do this! Thank you!” Blake said, looking at his basket.
“We were happy to. It’s Easter after all. In my opinion, you’re never to old to have Easter baskets.” Again, my father winked.
I hugged my parents. “Thank you.”
“There is a movie pass in both your baskets. We’re also going to pay for you guys to go to dinner tonight. We figured you’d like to go out on a date while Blake is here,” my mother said.
Blake hugged them this time. “That is so thoughtful. Thank you very much. You really don’t have to do this, you know.”
“We want to,” my father said, patting his back.
My mother even kissed Blake’s cheek. “What he said.” She nodded towards my father.
Blake and I both smiled.
After my parents left us alone in my room again, I pulled Blake in for a kiss. “So, do you still think my parents might have changed their minds about us?”
He shook his head, and kissed me in return. “I love your parents.”
I smiled, and lay down with him. “I do too. You know who else I love?”
He grinned. “Me?”
“Oh yeah...” I said.
He moaned as I went in for one of many kisses that evening and night.
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