Him and His (BoyxBoy)

What is this place?

What is This place? Scotland's largest village or smallest town. NorthOak all cuddled up in woodland an hills but with tall buildings reaching into the sky.

"Now, sweetie," my mum said. "stay at this school for the next term and you'll get that new phone,"

I rolled my eyes. Dad was already buying me that phone straight from the docks back pain Liverpool.

"Make a good impression," she continued. "And make sure your secret doesn't get out."

I nodded my head slowly, letting my long brown fringe cover my left eye. We left Liverpool at about four and the sun began rising about an hour ago. Four hours later and we were heading into our new "new" home. I've had too many "new" things. A "new" phone, a "new" family and a "new" car. I broke that "new" phone. my "new" family broke apart and that "new" car was taking me to my "new" house.

"Get that hair out of your eyes," mum nagged again for the tenth time that trip.

A silver car appeared out of the mist that slowly rolled off the hills. A rather handsome boy wearing a football strip drove past. His car had a sense of dread about it. As if something had just happened to all it's occupants.

"Jacob,"

"Yeah, mum?"

"Look about, get a feel for the place," she said.

"seems alright, I won't get lost- that's for sure,"

We drove past an old wooden house with two police cars sat outside it, lights flashing and sirens screaming aloud. Two police officers struggled to get an old, fat, drunk guy out of the house and into one of the cars. We drove along the street and the car stopped. I stepped out.

My hair fell back in front of my eyes and I flicked it out. My t-shirt stuck tight to my body. My black jeans holding tightly to my legs. My boots gave little foot room and my bracelets and accesories gave little blood flow to my hands but it was just me.

"It's a nice place," I said grabbing my laptop from the car and turning round to see a boy about my age running down the street and into the woodland behind the gardens. Tears filled his eyes and I wanted to reach out to him.

"Sweetie grab that box, it's your new clothes," mum said. "I thought new home new style, right?"

I grabbed the box and hauled it inside with my laptop sat precariously on top.

I wanted to just get inside and lock my room. I eventually did and I curled up in a ball and cried. Nobody realized how hard it was, growing up with my hard background and difficult family life, nobody knew how hard it was keeping my own secret. Thinking I could trust her, I told my mum and she seems ashamed. I tried everything to make her see that I'm not some monster who looks for good straight boys and turn to the the evil "dark" side.

I always thought a phobia was a fear, what's so scary about a gay guy. I really hope that boy I saw wasn't a homophobe, he was kinda cute.

"Sweetie, I got your bed stuff here,"

"I'm good just now," I just didn't want to move from my spot and I ended up falling asleep against the door and didn't wake up again until two o clock that afternoon.

"Sweetie, there's someone at the door. Come and meet him, I think he's a neighbor or something,"

I reluctantly lifted myself off of the floor and down the stairs and there I saw, wearing a blue shirt and really tight jeans, was the boy I saw earlier, he had cleaned up and came over holding a blue dish with cling film over it.

"Hi, I'm Rocky," he said lifting a hand in the air,"