Ah, love… strange word isnt it? Well, I wouldn't call it so much love. I would call it more like—Like what? Ah, yes. Dating boyfriend behind girlfriend's back. Me and Mason are not as figured out like many people would think gay couples would be. It aint our fault! Most couples fall in love before they have their first time together, Mason and I were reverse. But, I couldn't call it love just yet… Why?

"Hey Justin, why do you look so unhappy?" Mason called to me. I was too busy to not notice Mason's lame but cute story about that time he bit Justin Bieber's leg when he went to his concert with… Alex. I was too busy juggling all this stuff together and I still can't find the answer. I mean, I was the one who jumped in to all of this! Why did Mason had to be so good looking? I could've just dated a half-elf and get over it. Oh, wait, I think I already did that… Mason asked again.

"Justin, is there something wrong?" He asked. To shut him up for once I gave him a soft kiss on the lips before he could say anything again.

"I don't know, is there?" I answered, He smiled slightly.

"C'ommon, lets go take a seat before they get full." Mason wanted to see a horror movie, I couldn't care less. But, I didn't say anything and just went along with it. I didn't want to make him feel bad. We were going to see Eat Pray Kill; I heard it was a supposed to be an ill fated romance starring Julia Roberts. You usually would think she was a Stepmom. Ha ha, that's me making one of my lame jokes. Anyways, time for movie time.

"You ready to see bloody gory two hour goodness, Justin?"

"If you are…" we started walking forward to the room. As I saw the giant screen, my stomach gurgled as Mason grabbed my hand. It was in 3D… I would be lucky if I didn't barf during the whole screening…

I could handle this well than I thought, I mean, I still didn't barf. Though I wish I can keep it that way. I just focused on the obvious like, Wow how fake is that! Then some girl blocked my way and I sighed in relief.

"Oh so that's what's inside an eyeball!" My stomach hurled again. The girl wasn't helping either. Then she mixed something that looked like, chocolate? On popcorn? My stomach was getting more tipsy.

"If the two of you aren't having a good time, then why don't you just leave?" A boy asked. Then, I ran for to the bathroom. I couldn't keep it to myself. I quickly went to one of the toilets and just hurled. I wonder if Mason noticed… After I was done, I went and washed my hands and gurgled water then spit. I did this like 50 times, I didn't want to keep the barfy breath. The movie was bad enough!

"Justin?" Mason's voiced called, yep he noticed. I looked on the mirror and I saw his reflection staring at me. He smiled and started to giggle. My face twisted to a glare.

"It's not funny ok? I have a very sensitive stomach." I crossed my arms together.

"What? You got to laugh at something." He reached to touch my face, I forgot were equal size… Well, what can I say, I like tall guys. He was getting closer to my face, inches and inches closer until—

"Ew no, I still have that barf taste in my mouth." I stopped him.

"That's Ok love, the movie's over now anyways. Lets go for some BK's and a mint shall we?" He reached his other arm to me. I took it and we left the theater together…

I know, I know, where's the sexiness in this? I know after my last and first attempt at a slash you would've expected more. Well, don't worry if its MasonXJustin is what you want, that's what you'll get. Chapter 2, is where the sexiness begins…