I used to expect that nobody wanted me. That was why I never tried to ask for help whenever I got in trouble. Today happened to be the 89th time, when a bunch of teenagers poured brandy over my head when I was walking home from work. They even included to call me a "faggot", "retard", and bunch of other degrading names. I tired not to show my feelings as I got away from the block.
When I got home, the one person that answered the door was Khan Noonien Singh. My friend, lover, partner, and roommate. He always had this way of knowing how I truly feel, so when I cam in, he said, "You know you could talk to me about anything. I won't judge you."
"I...I got harressed when I walking from work", I told him, "They were teens from highschool. They..pour brandy over my head and called me...a faggot & a retard!" I unleash a flood of tears and hugged Khan. He embraced me back, but let out a threatening growl.
"Those immature brats! They should never had harassed you. The next time you go, I will go with you."
I looked up to him and felt slightly confused. "Why?"
"Because anybody who harms my bae would not go unpunished by me." He gave me a smug look, which I find strangely attractive. My boyfriend leaned in & kissed me. I closed my eyes and gave in. Khan's kisses are like being in space, but much nicer. We pulled away. He messed up my hair, but I didn't mind it one bit.
"I will always protect you, my love."
I smiled. My love and I settled down for the evening. I was happy that I had someone who wanted me forever. That someone was Khan Noonien Singh.