Broken Daydreams (BoyxBoy)

June

(Picture is of Andrew)

I never really realized just how beautiful of a month June is until today. The vibrant colors of the flowers and grass and the orange blending well with the pink and red in the sky make everything just look so... Stunning. It just makes you feel so happy and excited, about what though I don't know.

I'm Andrew, by the way. I have Dark brown hair, hazel eyes and I mostly wear black. I try to stand out as little as possible, seeing as how I'm probably the only kid in my school who gets picked on for being gay. Yeah, you heard me, Gay. And don't gimme' that "It's a sin!" crap. I already get enough of it from my parents. Anyhow, I'm the kid who's always wearing a band T-shirt, chains and skinny jeans. I don't talk much, for fear that if anyone hears my voice they'll hit me. Trust me, that's happened before, wasn't very fun either.

"Andrew!" I hear my name being called by one of the few friends I actually have, Ryder.

Ryder's been my friend for almost as long as I can remember, and it's hard to see us separated. We met in first grade when he moved from another town and joined my school. Instantly he saw my "Van Halen" shirt and started talking to me. He's the type of guy that likes old rock, even in the early years. Me? well, I'm more into the newer Post-hardcore kind of stuff, and he's constantly trying to get me to listen to Kansas or bands like that. Though he's never successfully made me listen to a full song, other than "Carry on wayward son" only because I'm a giant Supernatural fan.

"Guitar looks heavy, let me carry it for you"

"You don't have to, it's fine." Sometimes he's just too overly nice.

"No no, I want to."

"fine fine, here"

He practically took the guitar case from my hand, instead of me handing it to him. I don't mind it though, less things for me to carry at least.

"Hey, you know what you should do?"

"What?" I asked, wondering just what this crazy tater tot was thinking of. And yes, ever since that one day we went to Yogibo that's what I call him, though that's a story for another day.

"Buy me candy!"

"No wonder you offered to carry my guitar! You wanted to get on my good side. Sucks that it worked."

"ha ha! yes!"

"Alright, lets go pick up my car then we'll go to the candy store, sound like a plan?"

"fluff yeah" Sometimes he acts like he's a little kid again, but, I think it's kinda cute.

As we approached my Nissan 350z, Ryder's mouth gaped open like it always does when we get near my baby.

"i still don't understand why your mom thinks it's okay to give such an awesome car to someone who just got their license"

"I don't think it's THAT great of a car, I mean, it's definitely cool looking and stuff, but it's not Lamborghini cool"

"eh, I guess" he mumbled something that I didn't quite catch. As we sat down he threw his bag in the back hastily, probably dying to get to the sweets already. He's always had a terrible sweet tooth and would be constantly eating some kind of candy. The drive was pretty long, quiet and boring. Traffic was always terrible when we got out of school. The car was completely silent other than the faint sound of "stairway to heaven" playing in the background, and when Ryder realized which song it was he instantly turned up the volume and started lip syncing the words. Here is another example of a time where he acts like a little kid again, and I, for one, find it very cute.