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      A tear slid down my face as I stared at my laptop’s monitor. My lips trembled while mouthing the words that were scrawled before me over and over. 
“Message from JackOfSpadeS:
Listen Roy, I like you a lot as a friend, in fact you’re my best friend, but I’m just not into dudes. You need to let it go and move on. I think we should just stop talking for a while...See you tomorrow, please get some sleep.”
I closed the messenger window and fell backwards onto a pillow and started to sob. Jack Lester had been my closest male friend since I started high school. He was there for me when my mom died of heat stroke, and when I came out of the closet to my father. All the kindness he had showed slowly made me infatuated with him. I should have known he would never be gay, but I let him use me as a tool for his pleasure. I encouraged the thought of him having some real feelings for me.
Sitting up, I looked out the window at the night sky and then focused on my reflection. My sea-blue eyes were barely visible behind my dark brown bangs. I didn’t keep my hair very long, just enough to hide my eyes and cover my big ears. My eyes followed my bare chest down to the light blue boxers that clung to my lean body, only to be interrupted by a flash of light. Thunder started to sound off in the distance while a pre-storm breeze sifted through my window brushing the hair out of my face. I slid back down onto my satin sheets, absorbing the coolness onto my skin. Sighing into a pillow, I closed my eyes and tried to think of something other than him. 


My alarm rang out filling my room with a shrill beeping noise. Stumbling from my bed, I made my way into the bathroom to look in the mirror. Aside from the normal boy problem, the only thing wrong with my appearance was a few patches of hair that were sticking up at odd angles. There was no sign that I had stayed up half the night crying. Relieved, I got into the shower, washed up, brushed my teeth, and shaved the little stubble on the bottom of my chin. After drying off, I quickly got dressed and headed out of my room.
Hurrying downstairs for a quick breakfast, my father stopped me in the hallway. He made a habit of inspecting what I was going to wear to school. I had on a black shirt with the first two buttons complemented by tight black jeans. After a once over, he buttoned my shirt up one, tucked in a pocket that was coming out of my jeans, and sent me on my way. My father used to be in the army and was the definition of OCD. I wasn’t allowed out of the house unless I was looking my best and everything that was done had to be done at one hundred and ten percent.
With a piece of toast lodged in my mouth, I put on my shoes, exited my front door, and made my way to school slowly, trying to build up my composure by telling myself that maybe Jack would just pretend I never said anything and we could be best friends again. Repeating it over and over in my head trying to believe my words, I finally gave up and sat down on the bench in front of the city post office and began to cry. Everything would be different, perhaps I would no longer have the best friend that I’d grown to rely on.
The cloudy sky finally gave in to the rain and water started to tap lightly on my shoulder. Rummaging through my back pack for an umbrella, my tears started to blind me. Realizing I had forgotten my umbrella, I leaned back and let the rain wash against my tear stained face. After a while the chime of the post office’s door interrupted the dull roar of the rain. I sat there waiting for the sound of footsteps to trail off to a car or maybe the casual tapping of someone walking away guarded by an umbrella, but the sound never came. Instead, there was a slight shuffle and the stranger took the spot next to me on the bench.
I sat up and looked at the person beside me. A pair of intense green eyes met mine as I gave the stranger my full attention. He was a gorgeous guy that looked maybe a year or two older than me. Flushing, I started to notice other features. He had a round welcoming face that was accented by smooth black hair slightly longer than mine, not to mention styled better. For clothing, he wore a blue t-shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt, accompanied by a pair of light colored jeans. 
“You’re going to catch a cold out here like this,” he stated in an affable tone.
I started to flush again and wiped the tears from my eyes, “Yeah, I’m pretty stupid aren’t I?”
The boy looked at me for a bit then stared out into the rain soaked road as if in deep thought. It was almost as if he was seriously contemplating what I had just asked. After a minute he moved his bangs out of his face and finally spoke again, “My name is Liam Hutton, what’s your name?”
“Ronald Yancy, but everyone has always called me Roy,” I squeaked out. I’ve never been much of an extrovert. 
He laughed a bit to himself then turned toward me, “It’s nice to meet you, Roy. The rain doesn’t look like it’s going to let up does it?”
We spent about thirty minutes, making small talk, pausing only when he felt like contemplating one of my responses. I began to wonder if he felt sorry for me when he saw that I was crying. I blushed and looked out into the street at passing cars and continued to answer questions. It wasn’t until a yellow bus passed by that I remembered what I was supposed to be doing.
“Oh no! I’m supposed to be on my way to school,” I said standing up.
“Are you going to be late?” he asked as if truly concerned. 
“No, I think I’ll make it on time, but I need to go now. Thanks for talking to me!”
“See you around,” rang his soothing voice.
I barely got passed the post office when I was suddenly interrupted by a flurry of mud and rain water. A car had driven too close to the storm drain and had drenched me from head to toe. Moaning in discomfort, I started to wipe the mud from my face.
“Hey! Are you okay?” Liam asked as he came from behind to check on me.
“Thanks…I’m not hurt, but I have to run home to change now. My dad is going to kill me,” I said as I continued to wipe the mud of my face, “I’ve never been late to school a day in my life.”
“Come with me,” he said quickly grabbing my wrist leading me behind the post office. 
Before I knew what was going on Liam was standing before me in nothing but his boxers and shoes, pulling my shirt off for me. My face started to burn as he gave me his clothes to put on. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Here, a complete stranger had taken time out of his day to talk to me when I was sad and now he was doing this. After watching him put on my muddy shirt, I snapped out of my daze. 
“Here’s my number. Give me a call after you are finished with school today and I’ll give you directions to my house to get back your clothes,” he said softly as he handed me a slip of paper with his number on it.
“Why are you doing all of this,” I finally asked as I hurried to retrieve my school things.
“You needed help,” he said calmly. “You’re going to be late.”
“Thank you so much,” I breathed before bolting towards my school.

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By my last class of the day I finally had settled down completely. Avoiding Jack was easy since I knew his schedule. We did have one class together, but luckily our teacher showed a movie so there was no chance to talk. The only opening he could have had was during lunch, but news of my confession had not yet spread around school and he was nowhere to be found. 
Bored with my class, I scooted my chair back, buried my head into my arms and took a deep breath inwards. Liam’s clothes smelled of lavender and vanilla. His shirt was incredibly soft too. For some reason I had been looking forward to seeing him all day. I guess I was easily infatuated by his good looks and charming personality. Then another thought crossed my mind. What if he was some depraved lunatic trying to do something horrible to me. Getting nervous, I put it out of my head and planned to have him meet me in a public place.
After the bell rang, I made a swift exit out the door then hurried off campus and into Liberty Park. The park was my favorite place to escape from the world. I could climb up into one of the tress and read for hours without being interrupted. It was also very beautiful. The outer circle of the park was covered in large leafy green trees, followed by a middle ring that contained a variety of exotic and brightly colored flowers, all surrounding a large duck pond.
When I reached the pond I pulled out my cell phone with the piece of paper Liam had given me. I dialed slowly, making sure I got every number right then hit the call button. After three rings his angelic voice greeted my ears, “Hello. Roy?”
“Hello. I’m out of school now. Where can we meet to exchange clothes,” I asked nervously.
“Anywhere is fine with me.”
“How about the coffee shop on Molera road,” I asked reviled that he didn’t suggest meeting at his house.
“That’s fine. I’ll see you in a little bit. Bye.”
“Bye”
Nervously, I made my way to the coffee shop.
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When I arrived at the coffee shop I immediately took a seat next to the window. Resting my head in one of my hands, I started to examine a statue of a cat that was in the center of the room. It was made with remarkable detail, like it could walk right off the platform if it wanted too.
“You like that?” Liam’s voice sounded from behind.
“Oh! Hi! It looks so life like. It’s amazing how anyone could make it look so real!”
“Thank you.”
I looked from the statue to Liam astonished, “You did that!”
“Yep.”
“Wow…”
After ordering some coffee, Liam began to talk to me about my day and dig deeper into my life. 
“So what does your father do?”
“He works for the government, “I replied while stirring the cream in my coffee.
“And your mother?”
I dropped my stir stick into my coffee and looked out the window. “She…she died a year ago from a heat stroke…”
“I’m sorry…,” he said reaching out to touch my hand, “Let’s go trade clothes now, okay?”
It wasn’t till then I noticed that he had washed my dirty clothes and put them back on. Did he want to see me in my boxers again? 
Quietly I followed him into one of the bathroom stalls and exchanged clothes again. I noticed he took his time to dress, letting me admire his good physique. Blushing, I exited out of the coffee shop and let him walk with me to the end of the street.
“Hey Roy?”
“Yes”
“Would you like to go see a movie or something tomorrow?”
My heart began to race. Was this guy for real? I had to know for sure, “Are you asking me out on a date?”
I watched his reaction, preparing myself to act like I was joking. Instead he smoothed his hair back, smiled at me and said yes

Not so busy, just very sleepy...Need to write....

 

 

A tear slid down my face as I stared at my laptop’s monitor. My lips trembled while mouthing the words that were scrawled before me over and over.

                “Message from JackOfSpadeS:

            Listen Roy, I like you a lot as a friend, in fact you’re my best friend, but I’m just not into dudes. You need to let it go and move on. I think we should just stop talking for a while...See you tomorrow, please get some sleep.”

                I closed the messenger window and fell backwards onto a pillow and started to sob. Jack Lester had been my closest male friend since I started high school. He was there for me when my mom died of heat stroke, and when I came out of the closet to my father. All the kindness he had showed slowly made me infatuated with him.  I should have known he would never be gay, but I let him use me as a tool for his pleasure.  I encouraged the thought of him having some real feelings for me.

                Sitting up, I looked into the window at the night sky and then focused on my reflection.  My sea-blue eyes were barely visible behind my dark brown bangs. I didn’t keep my hair very long, just enough to hide my eyes and cover my big ears. My eyes followed my bare chest down to the light blue boxers that clung to my lean body, only to be interrupted by a flash of light. Thunder started to sound off in the distance while a pre-storm breeze sifted through my window brushing the hair out of my face.  I slid back down onto my satin sheets, absorbing the coolness onto my skin. Sighing into a pillow, I closed my eyes and tried to think of something other than him.  

 

My alarm rang out filling my room with a shrill beeping noise.  Stumbling from my bed, I made my way into the bathroom to look in the mirror.  Aside from the normal boy problem, the only thing wrong with my appearance was a few patches of hair that were sticking up at odd angels. There was no sign that I had stayed up half the night crying. Relived, I got into the shower, washed up, brushed my teeth, and shaved the little stubble on the bottom of my chin. After drying off, I quickly got dressed and headed out of my room.

Hurrying downstairs for a quick breakfast, my father stopped me in the hallway. He made a habit of inspecting what I was going to wear to school. I had on a black shirt with the first two buttons complemented by tight black jeans.  After a once over, he buttoned my shirt up one, then tucked in a pocket that was coming out of my jeans and sent me on my way. My father used to be in the army and was the definition of OCD. I wasn’t allowed out of the house unless I was looking my best and everything that was done had to be done at one hundred and ten percent.

With a piece of toast lodged in my mouth, I put on my shoes, exited my front door, and made my way to school slowly, trying to build up my composure by telling myself that maybe Jack would just pretend I never said anything and we could be best friends again. Repeating it over and over in my head trying to believe my words, I finally gave up and sat down on the bench in front of the city post office and began to cry. Everything would be different, perhaps I would no longer have the best friend that I’d grown to rely on.

The cloudy sky finally gave in to the rain and water started to tap lightly on my shoulder. Rummaging through my back pack for an umbrella, my tears started to blind me. Realizing I had forgotten my umbrella, I leaned back and let the rain wash against my tear stained face. After a while the chime of the post office’s door interrupted the dull roar of the rain. I sat there waiting for the sound of footsteps to trail off to a car or maybe the casual tapping of someone walking away guarded by an umbrella, but the sound never came. Instead, there was a slight shuffle and the stranger took the spot next to me on the bench.

I sat up and looked at the person beside me. A pair of intense green eyes met mine as I gave the stranger my full attention. It was a gorgeous guy that looked maybe a year or two older than me. Flushing, I started to notice other features. His face was soft but masculine, and his hair was dark, wavy and slightly longer than mine, not to mention styled better. For clothing, he wore a blue t-shirt over a white long sleeved shirt, accompanied by a pair of light colored jeans.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here like this,” he stated in an affable tone.

I started to flush again and wiped the tears from my eyes, “Yeah, I’m pretty stupid aren’t I?”

The boy looked at me for a bit then stared out into the rain soaked road as if in deep thought. It was almost as if he was seriously contemplating what I had just asked. After a minute he moved his bangs out of his face and finally spoke again, “My name is Liam Hutton, what’s your name?”

“Ronald Yancy, but everyone has always called me Roy,” I squeaked out. I’ve never been much of an extrovert.

                He laughed a bit to himself then turned toward me, “It’s nice to meet you Roy. The rain doesn’t look like it’s going to let up does it?”

 We spent about thirty minutes, making small talk, pausing only when he felt like contemplating one of my responses. I began to wonder if he felt sorry for me when he saw that I was crying. I blushed and looked out into the street at passing cars and continued to answer questions. It wasn’t until a yellow bus passed by that I remembered what I was supposed to be doing.

                “Oh no! I’m supposed to be on my way to school,” I said standing up.

                 “Are you going to be late?” he asked as if truly concerned.

                “No, I think I’ll make it on time, but I need to go now. Thanks for talking to me!”

                “See you around,” rang his soothing voice.

                 I barely got passed the post office when I was suddenly interrupted by a flurry of mud and rain water. A car had driven to close to the storm drain and had drenched me head to toe. Moaning in discomfort, I started to wipe the mud from my face.

 “Hey! Are you okay?” Liam asked as he came from behind to check on me.

“Thanks…I’m not hurt, but I have to run home to change now. My dad is going to kill me,” I said as I continued to wipe the mud of my face, “I’ve never been late to school a day in my life.”

 “Come with me,” he said quickly grabbing my wrist to lead me behind the post office.

Before I knew what was going on Liam was standing before me in nothing but his boxers and shoes, pulling off my shirt off for me. My face started to burn as he gave me his clothes to put on. I couldn’t understand what was going on. Here, a complete stranger had taken time out of his day to talk to me when I was sad and now he was doing this. After watching him put on my muddy shirt, I snapped out of my daze.

“Here’s my number. Give me a call after you are finished with school today and I’ll give you directions to my house to get back your clothes,” he said softly as he handed me a slip of paper with his number on it.

“Why are you doing all of this,” I finally asked as I hurried to retrieve my school things.

“You needed help,” he said calmly. “You’re going to be late.”

“Thank you so much,” I breathed before bolting towards my school.

 

 

 After reading this http://k-laker.livejournal.com/20565.html#cutid1  I was inspired to write stuffs again XD 
Lots o love to Cookie for being a muse~!

 I want cute friends like cookie D: T_T
Maybe she can set me up kukuku
But anyway, Need to sign up for my college class