Untitled Gay Love Story

Part One

Since this is my first story, I am going to keep it relatively short (between 500 and 1000 words per part)

I will try to publish at least one a week, but it really depends on how busy/motivated I am

*Word count ~ 946*

I gazed out of the car window at the cottage that stood before me. I examined the delicate pink and white roses that climbed up the creamy yellow walls, weaving their way across the wooden palisade that surrounded the fading structure. Magenta rhododendrons observed the surrounding shrubbery they inhabited, the sweet smelling rosemary and various mauve flowers dotted throughout the overgrown lawn peered back up at them. Sunlight danced across the surface of a shallow pond enshrouded with emerald lily pads. The cottage had a thatched roof and crystal windows that reflected the honey-yellow sunbeams onto the garden below, field mice scampering desperately in search of a place where they would be protected from the merciless predators of the impending night.

I opened the car door and stepped out into the welcoming summer breeze, gradually making my way up the coarse stone steps and reaching out to knock on the door. It was a warm mid-august evening, with a few fluffy clouds winding their wispy tendrils across the sapphire sky, and the calming aroma of summer began to fill my nose. That summer was the best of my life, now a distant memory that was fading away with every passing moment.

I watched, admiring the sun as it disappeared over the horizon. I longed to be like the sun. it was so peaceful yet witnessed so much distress as it lit up our surroundings, yet still managing to stay strong and provide light for our ungrateful species. I often get lost in my thoughts like this, hours upon hours spent pondering, gazing towards the graceful clouds, longing for them to retrieve me from this hellhole we call home and welcome me into their world of peace and tranquillity, however on this occasion it was cut short and I was abruptly brought back to reality by the heavy wooden door swinging open. A tall boy with fluffy black hair -about my age by the looks of it- stood before me in the doorway. His hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail and he wore a pink and red apron, splattered with what appeared to be cake mix. He wore black nail polish, black eyeliner and a black turtleneck to go with it. He glanced up at me, looking me up and down curiously.

"Hello." he said, untying and draping his apron over the coat hooks. "How can i help you?"  

His eyes. I was frozen, lost in his kind, emerald eyes. I had never seen any like them. They were indescribable - enchanting. I couldn't look away. "My name is Rain." I replied. "I am looking for Grace Watson?" 

 "Ah yes, of course. My name is Sparrow. Please come in." he turned around and promptly lead me inside, forcing me once again to return to reality.

Miss Watson sprinted down the stairs and leapt towards me. I was greeted with a warm hug - the only hug I had received in far too long - and ,before I knew it, I was sat on their sofa with her arm wrapped comfortingly around me. Grace Watson was short and rather round, and her long brown hair somehow always seemed to be cascading effortlessly down her shoulders. She wore a seafoam-green dress with delicate tulips decorating the skirt and specks of lavender weaving their way across the base. I had not known her for very long, but she already was like a mother to me. "I am so sorry that happened to you my dear. I promise to take care of you to the best of my abilities."

Now would probably be a good time for some context.

I will not go into too much detail. You probably do not want to hear about my depressing life, this is a romance not a sob story, after all. My name is Rain Miller and I am 16 years old. About two months ago, my dad drove our car off a cliff, killing himself, putting my mother into a coma, and breaking both of my arms. He used to frequently tell me that this world was a disgusting place and one day we could escape. I did not think this was what he meant. Grace was my mother's best friend, and my mother had no sisters, so once her life support was cut off, I was sent to live with Grace. And Sparrow.

Dinner time came and went. I still didn't feel like eating. I just stared at my plate meekly, watching it grow cold.

"Don't worry about it Rain. I won't force you to eat." Grace said soothingly. "Sparrow, please show Rain to his room." 

 I thanked Grace once again, then followed Sparrow up the creaking stairs. 

"This is your room." 

I glanced up a sparrow, avoiding eye contact. His voice was mellifluous; sweet and smooth like melting honey, and something about him made me feel calm and content, but also made my stomach feel as if it were being torn up from the inside. 

 "Thank you." I replied, wandering inside. Sparrow shut the door behind him and I listened to his soft footsteps fade away as he returned downstairs. The room had a very cosy atmosphere, with soft, yellow-tinted walls, pure white bedsheets, and the sweet scent of vanilla lingering in the air. The room was very simplistically decorated, which I later discovered was so that I had freedom to decorate it however I wished. In one corner was a towering wardrobe, which I hastily filled with my very few clothes, and in the other corner was a door which led to an ensuite bathroom.

Without hesitation, I flopped down onto the bed and pulled out my poetry book, beginning to write.