- THE GAME -

Picnic

A white blanket was placed onto of many flowers with food on top of wood plates, drinks on either side of the blanket. My heart clenched at the wonderful thing he had did.

"This is— wow." I was speechless. "When did you do all of this?" I asked Zander, looking at him. "A friend did it," he shrugged. "Hey," a voice said from behind me making me turn around, hitting the person.

"I'm sorry! Reflexes!" I quickly said. "No, no, it's fine," the man had beautiful chocolate colored skin, lighting in the sun. His eyes were emerald which I found amazing. His hair was in a man bun. "I'm Ajax," he put his hand out. I hugged him instead. "And I'm Andy," I smiled. "I know, Zander wouldn't stop talking about you," he teased.

I looked at Zander who glared at Ajax. "Just go and let me have my fun," he hugged me from behind, causing me to become a crimson red. "Yeah, whatever," Ajax stuck his tongue out at Zander, walking away.

We both sat down, then my phone decided to ring. I groaned, answering it.

"BESTIEEE. WHERE ARE YOU?! YOURE NOT HOME OR AT   THAT ONE PIZZA PLACE!" Ezra yelled. "I'm so sorry, Ezra. I'm with Zander-" I got cut off by a scream. "ILL LEAVE YOU ALONE NOW!! HAVE FUN WITH BIG DADDY!" She hug up, leaving me shocked.

"Sorry about that," I told Zander, turning my phone on do not disturb. "It's fine,"

"I wanted to know more about you," he mumbled, blushing a little. "Really?" I asked, clearing surprised. He hummed.

"Andy Matthew. I'm twenty, sleeping half of the time and when I'm not im fantasying about Marvel men. They're so hot! Sorry, I love the color lilac, I'm gay, I was made blind, so I wasn't born with it. My favorite food is Pizza. I eat ice cream even when I'm not sad. My favorite movie is the Iron Man Series. If I wanted to do anything other than sleep, eat, or fantasize, it would be photographing," I smiled. "Oh, and my birthday is on Valentine's Day. Pretty hard to forget," I chuckled.

He didn't say anything, just studied me like I was a famous piece of art, a big smile on his face.

"I'm Zander Silva, I play hockey, as you know. It's been my dream since I was little. I'm twenty-three, and I'm secretly gay. No one knows except for the people I trust. My favorite color is Lavender. I'm mostly working out or playing hockey. I have a huge gay flag in my room. My mom and dad are the best! Like fuck, if I could just give them my biggest fucking hug I would. My favorite food has to be cupcakes. Place? Hm... ice-rank," I watched him with my own smile.

"So, food?"

-Time skip-

Zander laughs as he puts icing on my nose. "Matthew." He warns me when I take a cupcake in my hand. I glared at him playfully. "What are you going to do, Zander?" I laughed.

I ran towards him, pushing him down. I stabled myself on his lap. "Do not." I shrugged, pushing the cupcake down.

"Shit." Zander cursed from under me. "No cursing!!" I pouted. "Sorry, Matthew," he smiled. I wiped some of the icing off with a paper towel.

He stated in my eyes looking for something. Anything. He seemed to find what he was looking for as his eyes started to sparkle. I looked into his eyes, feeling something I would have never thought I would feel.

I knew we just met, but that even matter? I saw myself sitting with this man, his warm smiles. He made me feel like I was safe, that I wouldn't be hurt if he was there. Something I wanted to feel when I was younger, love. The way his arms were wrapped around me this morning held some type of security. Like he wouldn't judge all the ugly scars I have on my body.

The look in his eyes told me that I would feel loved. The look in his eyes told me that I would feel safe.
The look in his eyes told me that I would feel warmth.

Everything about this man was so freaking memorable.

I'm doing longer chapters ig😭