They spent Sunday together. Brian and Steve walked around town hand in hand. Yes some people looked at them funny. But the majority of them didn't really care one way or another. This helped Steve's nerves about tomorrow. Steve knew his friends wouldn't approve of his choice. Brian had said then he didn't have the right kind of friends. Brian's friends had accepted him hadn't they? So they would no doubt accept Steve. Wouldn't they? Brian had tried to assure him they would. But Steve was scared all the same. Steve squeezed Brian's hand every time they had come upon a homophobic person. But Brian had just turned and smiled to him. As they walked past the library Steve could see a woman standing by the front window. Steve didn't know who she was but she was smiling at them and now she was running out to greet them.
"Brian! Oh my gosh I haven't seen you in a week. I was worried you were sick. But now I see the reason." Marcie smiled winningly at Brian.
"Steve, this is Marcie, the librarian," Brian made the introductions. "And Marcie this is Steve, the love of my life."
When Steve heard those words he turned his head to Brian and smiled as tears started to fall from his eyes.
Brian turned to Steve and saw he was crying. He looked confusedly at him. But before he knew it Brian was pulled into a wet and intoxicating kiss.
Marcie squealed at the magnificent sight. She decided to give them privacy and went back inside the library. But she still watched inconspicuously from the window.
When they pulled apart Steve managed to saw, "Is that true Brian?"
"Yes it is Steve. I love you!"
Steve let more tears fall. "Brian, I love you too. And you are the love of my life!"
Brian wiped the tears from his lovers face and smiled at him. "What do you say we take a stroll along the beach?"
"That sounds lovely Brian."
There walk to the beach had the same results as before; the few homophobic passersby. But now Steve didn't mind there disgusted looks. He was with his love. Nothing mattered but the boy standing next to him. The one holding his hand and the one he walked through the surf with. As they neared the end of the open water section of the beach and man hailed them from the sand, "Hey, gay guys!"
They both looked at him with hate in their eyes. Seeing immediately who it was, every cell in Steve's brain told him to run. Run as far away from this beach as possible. But he was rooted in his place. He felt Brian's hand squeeze his, telling Steve he felt the same vibes. The man was nearly to them now. If they wanted to run they had to do it now. Neither of them made a motion, waiting for the other to decide. They fell to the sand in one heap hands still locked together. Faint burn makes on their necks.
The mystery man walked away from the beach his work being completed.