I made up a story in my head at night yesterday. Boy aren't I creative and uneventful.
Here we go.
It was a normal day at highschool. Hell, not like that made any difference. Highschool never has any perks, nothing exciting... just class for seven hours straight. Nothing attached me to it, and I didn't have any glue to bring both of us together again. At least, that's what I had thought.
Forth period came, and I ate lunch with my usual friends. We were discussing about our relationship with eachother, and how we've been buddies for most of our lives. We occasionally laughed during our reminiscing, and for once, my invisible load of boredom was lifted away from me.
"I just hope we'll be friends like this for a long time," Rob commented, "it's boring without when you guys aren't around."
"How touching." Christian was about to burst out laughing as he always did, but forced himself to calm down. "Anyway, I agree. No matter what, we'll be buddies."
"Hahahaha, buddies," I found myself saying, "Sounds kinda immature for you to say." Christian gave me a glare, but I ignored it and continued. "Yeah, no matter what though. I don't care what you guys tell me, what secrets you got, whatever, we've been friends for a long time and we'll keep it that way."
After we finished eating, we got up and threw our junk away in the exact same garbage can we always used. It had peculiar paintings studded across it, and was a dark pink in colour. I was beginning to get sick of the smell of the cafeteria, so we left and entered the atrium.
"I gotta go to my locker, I'll be right back." Christian ran upstairs, Rob did the same.
I standed there, alone, peering at the massive crowds of people; some were laughing, others were chasing eachother around (nearly hitting me, of course), others were just talking casually. Then, I saw him walk down the hallway. Him. My God, he looked like a freaking angel. He was in grade 12, had dark blue eyes and brown, spiked hair with highlights. He seemed to be pretty fit, as I could see his pecks through his polo shirt and his strong, broad shoulders. But what startled me was that his eyes were locked on to mine as well. I quickly tore my eyes from him and looked down to the floor.
But that wasn't all. He patted me on the shoulder and motioned me to come outside. I became extremely nervous, and thought that something worse might happen if I eluded his request. I followed him, sweat beginning to form on my face, trying to cool my burning skin to no avail. I reached the parking lot and found he wasn't there, and went further outside, past the smoking pit. There he was, standing. His back was facing me. I thought about running away, but was reminded by the fact that he was a senior student, and could perform some nasty things on me if he didn't have it his way. I was wrong.
I stood there, silent, without making a single motion. He then turned to me. "God, he's incredibly handsome," I thought. He walked in my direction and stopped a couple of feet away.
"Hey," he said.
"...Erm, hello," was my timid reply, "...You're not gonna beat me up, are you? Please don't. I never did anything, honestly."
"Hahaha," He burst into a fit of laughter. "Is that what you freshmen think of the seniors? We're not all evil, you know. The majority of us are nice. Especially me." He smiled, his beautiful, white smile.
"Heh...heh." I stuttered pathetically. "Why did you call me here, er..."
"Alex." He read my mind. "I just wanna get to know you, kid. You seem like a pretty honest person to me. That's a good trait, not alot of my friends have it."
"And you'd come to me? A fourteen-year-old to help you?" I was puzzled.
"I don't care if you're fifty. People are people."
"Hmm... I wish everyone else thought the same."
"Heh." His smile then faded, and it disheartened me a little. "What now?" I thought.
"Tell me, Heitor. Oh, and by the way, I know your name." His grin began to make another appearance. "Tell me, why do you always stare at me, hmm?"
Ohhhh boy. I think my face began to flush, and I looked down. Clouds were reappearing in the sky. I had to give a reason, fast, so I did.
"Ehhmmmm. I dunno, I look at people alot."
"Haha, oh really?" Alex put his right hand on his hip. "Especially me?"
"N-n-no!"
"You're cute," he whispered.
My eyes widened. "He did NOT just say that," my mind repeated to itself over and over and over. This is all fake. What was he trying to get to?
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"Eh." My hands were shaking, and I felt like throwing up. He probably noticed, as he seemed more attentive as he was previously. "What was that?"
"I said you're cute." His eyebrows slanted, as if in an inquisitive matter. "What, you didn't know that?"
No matter what people tell me about my appearance, whether it be good or not, it would come through one ear and go straight out the other. I ignored his question; his complement was what was really lingering in my mind. I attempted to ask him a tough question.
"Are you...?" I didn't finish my question, but again, he used his 'telepathy' and read my mind once more.
"Yeah."
Could I believe him? I definitely wanted to, he was attractive enough to be a model. But, even amidst the reaction of my hormones, I knew better than to reply happily. Confessing your sexuality is a very risky thing to do in highschool.
"I see." That's all I could say.
"And you?"
"N-no," I lied. "Sorry, this is awkward for me."
"That's another thing I like about you." With that, his smile showed up again. "You're a poor liar."
"H-hey, I'm not lying, I--"
"It's alright. I follow your logic, too. Whatever secrets you have, I'll keep them safe. That's what I heard you say to your friends."
The sky cleared, and the sun shined upon his face. He knew already, it's too late. Then--
"You're beautiful." It exploded out of me like a grenade. A comment I've always wanted to tell him. My head was ready to melt from blushing.
"Heh, good job at confessing, and thanks for the complement; I'm going to receive it whole-heartedly." He was mocking me. "Let's go for a walk."
Suddenly, I realized how long my lunch period was becoming. I looked at my watch. 1:54. I had another two minutes to get to class!
"Hey, I-I can't! Lunch is gonna end, I have to go to business--"
"So what, you've never skipped a class?" He laughed again. "You're a good kid, man. Too innocent."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I seemed to be relaxing, and I wasn't as tense as I was previously.
"Oh, shadap and come with me."
We talked alot during our walk. About highschool, friends, classes. It took me a long time to realize that I was talking to my crush, who just happened to be gay, and I felt I needed to take advantage of it.
We reached a large, open field. It was deserted; large trees surrounded it, and the grass was a pure green. It was wonderful. Alex kept walking, but I stood still to admire the scenery. My face pivoted from time to time, observing the gorgeous environment. I nearly disregarded Alex's existance.
"Hey." I turned around, and he was standing several meters away from me. He was holding his hands out.
I let my heart run free. The scenery was invisible to me now, as if the only thing in my sight was Alex. I walked towards him. My walks were slow steps, but then I began pacing, when all of a sudden, I was running towards him at full speed. I unintentionally knocked him to the ground and embraced him. He did the same.
"Jeez, at least tell me next time when you're going to push me over."
"Alright," I laughed. "I've never felt like this before, sorry."
He tighted his bind around me. It was an inexplainable feelingm but I loved it. I let time pass and my mind went vacant. He had strong arms, I realized. I could hear his heart beating.
"Awww." He brought his head up and grinned at me. "You're cute in more than one way."
His words bounced from my ears. They didn't matter; I just wanted to stay with him. Suddenly, my eyes began to haze. I felt my body go still, and I heard familiar voices. What was happening?
I woke up from sleeping on the School staircase. I was sitting down, and I guess I was tired from waking up early in the morning that day. "Dammit, it was just a bloody dream," I thought.
"Heitor, the hell are you doing sleeping here?" Christian's finger was poking at my back. He was coming down from the staircase. "C'mon, the warning bell's gonna ring soon. Eh, did you have a good snooze?"
"Er, yeah." I was still a little drowzy. "Yeah, I guess so."
'I guess so' wasn't the real answer. 'I know so' was.
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