I told the stars about you..

The Beginning

Exactly what it sounds like.  This is my beginning. Our beginning.

Those first months, I couldn't put into words for you how much I hated him. The first time I ever saw him, we were 11 years old, new to our school, and he was a head of fiery orange in a sea of brown and blonde. I was nervous. Of course I was. It was my first day in a new school and I had no idea who anyone was. I had come to my new school basically alone, with none of my past classmates joining me. I was alone. It wasn't anything I wasn't used to before of course. I often spent hours alone at home, with my parents at work, and my only brother away at university.

I don't remember  much from that day, or any of those first few months really. All I remember is him. Him, him, him. I guess that's all I ever thought about. It all makes sense now. I was drunk on him. His very being intoxicated me in ways I had never felt before, leaving me addicted to the one thing that would be my downfall. 

 Our first memories weren't sweet. They were the opposite. They were bitter, and cold, and left me feeling more confused and enraged than before. 

The first impressions weren't too bad. We sat next to each other during registration. We had a nice conversation. Sure a bit awkward, but it was nice. I still remember that first smile he gave me. A sort of sideways glance, a smile tugging at his lips. I felt a pull towards him of course, but in a more platonic way than anything else. I was just happy to make a new friend.

"Anthony"

I leaned in closer, "Sorry, what?"

He blushed slightly, defining the freckles on his cheekbones. He looked me in the eyes before saying

"My name's Anthony", he said.

I smiled at him, looking down, before raising my eyes to meet his again

"Joel" 

We turned to face the front as our new teacher called our attention.

But I couldn't stop thinking about Anthony, his shock of auburn hair, his freckled cheekbones, and what a beautiful shade of green his eyes were.

Anthony.