The Boy in the Garden

Making a friend

As I get back home I realize what just happened. Me... him... alone. Holy motherfucking shit.

Alright Jackson think. It's not a date. It is you helping a straight guy study. Don't even look at him. You know if you even look at him you're probably going to rip his shirt off and just rub his entire body. Damn hormones. Always fucking me over.

I get to my room and set everything down. I grab my biology book out of my bag. I grab my hoodie even if it is 80 degrees outside. I hate showing any part of my body. Finally, I head downstairs with my book. I don't say anything as I exit my front door because no one's home.

I put in some headphones and start listening to I Wouldn't Mind by He is We. I can't help, but sing along. Tell me everyday. I get to wake up to that smile... forever is a long time, but I wouldn't mind spending it by your side. I start to cry by the time the song ends. I immediately wipe the tears on to the sleeve of my hoodie before they fall.

I enter the woods and find the garden in the next few minutes. When I get in there no one's there. I look at my phone. It's been two hours since school let out. I start to think he forgot. As I turn to leave he pops up right in front of my face. His gorgeous multicolored eyes staring into my hazel ones.

"Hey, Jackson." I smile, "Hey, Russel." He grabs my hand and pulls, "I want to show you something cool." I let him drag me. His hands are soft, but muscular. I start to daydream of us going on a date on the beach. Me and him. Hand in hand running down the beach.

We finally end up to a spot with just plain purple flowers, and a blanket laying down in a circle in the center. He smiles, "I just thought this would be peaceful. Almost like a date. No homo though man." I cringe at that saying, "Cool man." We sit down and start talking about the carbon and nitrogen cycles. He seems to have trouble memorizing the names of the different parts of the cycle. I have trouble not noticing how many times our hands slide together. It seems so perfect.

A few more hours pass. Then it becomes 8:00. "Shit! Hey, I need to get going." He looks up at me, "Do you want me to walk you home?" I stop, "I'd love that."

We end up at my doorstep. "Alright this is my stop." He looks a little sad, "Okay. See you tomorrow." He turns to leave and I scream, "Hey, do you want to stay here for awhile longer?" He turns back around and runs back up the front steps, "Of course."

After me and him eating a dinner prepared by my mom, we sit up in my room. "Why do you wear a jacket all the time?" I look at him and notice him staring. "No reason. I'm just always cold. Hey can I ask you a question?" He smiles, "Works for me." I bite my lip then say, "What is your opinion on gays?" He stops, "I believe everyone should be happy. I don't give a flying fuck what they like in their mouths." I laugh at the way he puts it. "Well in that case. I just want you to know that I am gay." He looks confused, "You don't seem like it." I laugh, "Sorry. I guess." He smiles, "It's fine. Oh! I'm sorry about the no homo joke then." It ends up just being us talking the rest of the night until he leaves to go home.

"See you tomorrow, Russle." He gives me a hug, "Goodnight, Jackson."

After he leaves I lay back down in my bed. Close my eyes. And drift to sleep.

A/N I just wanted to say sorry for all the delays. I've been having a lot of personal issues here lately. I love all of you guys. I hope these chapters get better, and you guys keep reading. -Christian. (Jackson)