Haphephobia | bxb

Prologue

!!WARNING:
THIS BOOK CONTAINS BOY X BOY (One boy liking another) Also Contains consideration of eating disorders
VIEWER DESCRETION IS ADVISED!!
Wassup Potatoes! How you doin? This is my first book and I have no idea what I'm doing, but I'll try to understand it!
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2nd Grade~7 year old Clover's P.O.V
I sat there in my seat, half petrified, and also half petrified.
Either way I'm petrified. I stare into my trembling hands that lay quivering on my lap. I sit on the swings, wishing to just go home, when a boy came up to me, with two other boy's following him.

"Oy, kid, these are our swings, go find somewhere else to cry." The boy confronted me.

"What's your name?" I ask him in a gullible-like voice. "Wesley." The boy answered.

I begin looking in every nook and cranny of the swing, but don't find his name anywhere. "I can't see your name." Clearly the boy thought this was a joke, because he got his minions (the two other boy's) to crowd around me. Now, at this point, I thought they just wanted a turn on the swing, but I was clearly sincerely utterly imprecise, because one of them pushed me off the swing's. I have rather sensitive skin, and I get hurt easily, but I froze, not because I was hurt, but because I'd made human-contact with someone. Now, don't get me wrong, I'd made contact with human's before, it was just that my body reacted badly to human touch. It was sort of like touching someone who had a really bad infected rash, then freezing because you're worried you might get it too. I felt my head start to hurt painfully, so I shut my eyes, but when I opened them, my body started to tense up, and my vision clouded.

'It's ok, Clover, don't worry, it'll be over, calm down.' I thought to myself. This happens every time I touch someone else. But I came back to my senses, I looked up as my vision slightly unclouded.

"What are you doing to him?" A boy, dirty black hair, it was semi-messy. He looked about a head or two taller than me, also making him look like a fourth grader. The three boy's who'd started to pick on me, cowered away in fear. I lay straight on my back. "You okay?" The boy asked me in concern. I looked up at him, I felt rather scared. The boy put his hand out for me to grab, but I shook my head. I got up in my own time. "I'm Carlisle." The boy smiled at me. "I am Clover." I answered. Carlisle smiled. "Cute name."

And That was how I met Carlisle.

6 years later...

I 'd grown a bit, my hair had become longer, I became more quieter, but not much had changed. I still loved to read, listen to music, write books, draw, and most importantly, I still loved my best friend Carlisle. I was sitting in my room, waiting for the door to ring. I was now 13 years old, and Carlisle was 14 years old.
About 15 minutes later the bell rang. I ran down stairs and opened the door to see Carlisle standing there.
"Hey Clo," He smiled. I looked at him and ran into his arms. The much taller boy smiled and hugged me back.
"Your parents not back?" Carlisle asked.
I nodded. I'd become used to Carlisle's touch, but no one else's. He walked into my house. He knew his way around perfectly, as he'd come over many times. "What do you wanna do? Homework?" Carlisle asked me. "I.. I finished m-my homework.." I muttered. Carlisle smiled, then said;

"Oh, well then give me yours so I can copy!" See, everyone thought I cheated, but I didn't. Something to know about me is that I'm a straight A student, but everyone say's I cheat. My parents worked 24/7 in a large business, and because they worked in a large business they had to fly all over the world. They'd always leave me behind, as if I were a burden. I never felt bad that they left. I knew how to cook, play instruments, and pretty much everything. I'd been given a gift from God himself. I'd also been diagnosed with a few disorders. One of them was SAD, OCD, Haphephobia and a few others I'd forgotten. S.A.D was Social Anxiety Disorder, O.C.D Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and Haphephobia, fear of being touched. I guess my parent's found this out when I'd been three, because when I'd go In public, I'd have panic attacks. Did I mention I got panic attack's a lot? Well I do. I get them when I can't take the pressure anymore, or when I'm touched, or anything that scared me. I also have agoraphobia, a fear of people. "Sooo.. where's your homework?" Carlisle asked.

"Here." I handed him it, I was very gullible, and didn't say no to anything, unless I didn't like it of course. After Carlisle finished with copying my homework he looked at me. "What do you wanna do?" Carlisle asked me. I shrugged, then he said; "Ooooh! Let's watch a scary movie!" I didn't really like scary movie's, but Carlisle looked excited, so I agreed. We grabbed ice cream and sat on the couch. We ended up watching The Nun, and I'd been scared half to death, I didn't realise I'd been crying softly into Carlisle's shoulder. We'd been cuddling under a blanket that I'd bought downstairs. Carlisle and I are very affectionate towards each other- in a friend way.
Carlisle looks down at me and quickly pauses the movie. "What's wrong Clo?.."
"Just scared.." I muttered. I look up at him, and he pulls me closer to his own face, which made mine light up in a bright Rosey red. He smirked, then said;
"Can I stay the night, or do you have plans?"
I shook my head, and ran up stairs to have a shower. I felt the water run over my pale and freckled body. I have various dark skin stains planted around my body,but I hide them with my very much oversized clothes. Once I get out I dry myself off and pull on my clothes. I wore black baggy track pants and a hoodie so big it made me look like a twig in a shirt. That infact what I was. I was very skinny, and last I weighed myself, I weighed 27 kilos. I didn't know if it was bad or not, but I didn't care. I walked back downstairs and check my phone for the time;
7:40.
I walked into the kitchen and began prepping for Carlisle and I.     "What are you making?" Carlisle asked. "Lasagna." I replied.
He smiled. I prepped the table and put a container with the lasagna on the table, setting two plates and two sets of forks. I piled a small amount into my plate, and looked at Carlisle's who had a fair amount on his. "Why are you only eating that much?" Carlisle asked me.
I shrugged, but Carlisle stared at me in slight worry. I think I forgot to mention I have a small, very tiny eating disorder. I take small forkfuls of my lasagne whilst Carlisle eats his happily.
After we eat we go and wash up. I splash my face in water and stare at my mirrored reflection. My face is slightly hidden from my curly dirty brunette coloured hair. My eyes are a bright brown, matching my hair in a similar way. My face is washed in freckles, overcoating the rest of my small body. Also not to mention the darker smudges placed variously around my small fragile body. I walk into my room and see Carlisle sitting on my bed. When Carlisle and I had had our first sleepover we'd both refused to leave each other's sides, so we'd gotten used to sleeping together. I climbed into bed and looked up at Carlisle's face. I cower under the blankets and look at Carlisle as he jumps under the covers. I'd already turned off the lights and was closing my eyes. "Night Clover." Carlisle muttered. "Goodnight Carlisle."

WOW.. I've never written a story like this before! Anyways, I hope you liked the first chapter! I'll try to keep my schedule to two chapters per day, if not it's because I couldn't be fucked or I just had no time! ^_________^ Have a great night/day, stay safe, don't get Corona, love y'all mAh potatoes! See ya in the next chapter!!

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