A love that blossomed too late

Threads of connection

He was walking on the streets of Portland in Maine, towards his school. It wasn't too far so he didn't have to use his car. He had earbuds in, listening to his favorite music artist frank ocean.

Dean stood at 5 feet 9 inches, he has a sleeper build. His fair skin contrasted with his dark blonde hair, wich fell just above his piercing blue eyes. He is your typical white boy. He has soft features, it doesn't really bother him. But the one thing he's really inscure about is the light red birthmark that spreads around his leftcheek. It's a port-wine stain. He hated it every since he was little, people would make snarky comments at him for it. He always wished he didn't have it, he knew it made him look unattractive. He hated it so damn much.

It is the first day of school and its his senior year, his last year in high school. Wich was a relief because he fucking hated school, it was such a pain in his ass. He was only in school to prove his parents wrong, because they had told him he couldn't graduate because he was too stupid. But he was going to show them that he could.

He was held back the first year of highschool, and that made his parents go ballistic. His father even hit him that day.

Dean couldn't stand his parents, he hated them so much. They've never showed any love, care or affection, only hate and selfishness. When he was around 10 he had to do everything on his own cooking, washing his clothes etc. He was being neglected. And his parents never had anything nice to say. Even if he did his best, it wasn't good enough. Even if he was the best, he needed to be better. And if he did things wrong, his parents would scream and shout their heads off at him.

But there was one person, one person he hated the most. He hated him more than anyone else, more than his parents.

His older brother Aiden. He was his parents favorite, their golden child. Dean's parents always compared him with Aiden. His parents only took care of Aiden, praising him for every little thing he did. Aiden is a lot smarter, stronger and prettier than Dean. And that made Dean so jealous. His parents praising Aiden didn't make it better for Dean. And what made it even worse was that Aiden would shove it in Dean's face every chance he got. He would consistently remind Dean how he was the favorite and how he was better than him. Wich enraged Dean so much, to the point that he moved out the moment he turned 18.

His life was a lot more relaxed and peaceful now that there were no people telling him he wasn't enough or stupid. But sometimes if people said some specific words he would get flashbacks and his breathing would start to speed up. Luckily he can control it in time before he actually starts hyperventilating, but its very annoying.

He never really shows or talks about his feelings, barely any people know about his childhood. If somebody asks him any type of question about his feelings he lies or brushes it off. He just wants to ignore all the negative emotions.

He wasn't really excited for the new school year, because he hated meeting new people. He was getting a new class, he didn't know wich people were in his class. But he knew that he wasn't going to be in class with his 2 closest friends, Mateo and Lucas. Wich made his lack of motivation grow.

Dean loves talking about all sort of things with his close friends but never opens up about his feelings. He wasn't shy, but he avoided meeting new people and preferred sticking to people he already knew.

Upon arriving at school he could already see Mateo and Lucas walking in front of him. He speeded up a little to catch up with them. As he got close enough so they could hear him he spoke up. "Mateo, Lucas!" The boys turned around, and smiled at him. Dean dabbed Lucas up as Mateo spoke up. "Yoo, haven't seen you in awhile! How was your summer vacation?" Mateo and Dean also dabbed eachother up before Dean started talking again. "Boring as hell, i only stayed home or went to work" They started walking towards the school again, who was now just a couple steps away. "How bout you?"