How Can You Tell It's Love (boyxboy)

Not too long ago, my parents died. I have no family other than them. Not even a close friend I could turn to. I was alone. Being sent to an orphanage wasn't any better .Everyone wanted to find a home. They never knew their parents. They didn't know the loss; the hallow empty feeling inside.

It didn't very long for someone to pick me out. I looked like I would do well in school and maybe even join a club or two. Truth is I hate school. My whole outlook on life dampened after they died. I was given a picture of the lady who I was to live four years with. She had soft dark red hair tinted with golden brown highlights. Clear crystal green eyes peeked around her bangs. For a woman her age, she was pretty attractive looking . I wonder how many dates she has a week.

They didn't give me much info other than her name, the rest of the family, her house, and the school I will be going to. Turns out she has another son, a real son. We're in the same grade although he's a little bit older than me by a few months. I didn't know if we would have any classes together; they didn't give me a shedule or anything else.

After I received the photo and information they told me that tomorrow at three my new family would come and pick me up. I went back into the dorms. Back there we had three semi-large TV screens; one for video games while the other two were used to watch cable on them. In the corner there was an air-hockey table, Pacman the arcade game, bookshelves and beanbags. Then there was the stairs which lead to the rooms. On the left was the boys while the right was the girls.

I went straight to my room. We of course shared rooms. Mine was with three other guys way younger than me. Kids usually never stayed long here. It's well-know and been running for at least 20 years now. People like me came around now and then but usually stay until we turn 18.

All this sudden change weighed down on my body. I felt unbearably tired. Flopping on to the bed, my eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

How long has it been since I last saw them? Maybe about three weeks at most. I missed them so much. So much...

---------------------------------------

I must have fallen asleep. My mind was groggy and I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Crap. I was wearing a belt. It had dug into my hip and now it hurt like hell. Not to mention my shoes.

Yiesh, what time is it anyway? If I don't get up soon I might be late. I rolled over. Stupid alarm clock glared bright red. The numbers blurred in my vision. Dammit where the hell are my glasses? Don't tell me I forgot to take them off.

I searched in between the covers when my hand felt hard plastic. Even just holding them I could tell they were broke. Now I can't see. None of the other boys were in the room either. Great, just what I need. I might as well get ready. I didn't even get the chance to pack yesterday.

Today was just turning out wonderful for me. Usually I wake up at the break of dawn no matter how little sleep I got. I was just being stupid worrying about being late since someone adopted me. But the room was fairly lite and the curtains are paper thin so it had to be pass noon.

In a attempt to wake myself up I went to take a shower. Afterwards, with a towel barely warped around my waist, I came out to change. I slipped on a white long sleeved shirt that had a emblem in the center of it. I threw a button up blue and green plaid shirt and left it undone. Then my pants were purple colored shinny jeans. They made me look like a girl.

Once I was done checking myself out I started to pack the little things I had. All of my furniture was in storage and would be brought to the house before I arrived. All I needed to pack were clothes and personal items. It fit nicely into two bags.

I was set to go, but my glasses weren't. Having them broke means I won't be able to see things unless it's up close. Oh well, I'll just make sure to inform my new guardian about it before I have to start school. There were still about over a month of summer left until my first year at high school. I had always thought that I would be with Mom and Dad when that day came. I guess I was wrong.

 The main room was as busy as ever. Kids running around screaming their heads off. Even during the time I was here I still haven't gotten used to the loud noise. Children annoyed me. I went pass them and into the lobby where I was to be picked up.

"Excuse me," I asked one of the care-takers, "but what time is it?"

"2:57. Are you Zino Thompson?" she replied.

"Yes ma'am."

"Then please wait over there," she pointed at a cushioned chair near the wide double doors. I did as she told me so and then a boy walked in. He was taller than me by at least by four inches but looked around my age. You see, I've always been shorter than most teenagers.

His appearance was a blur to me. I could tell that his hair was dark, almost a black, and that he wore something red with gray pants. I bet he was hot. God, why did I have to break my glasses?!

"Hey," he greeted the lady at the counter. His voice was deep and stirred butterflies in my stomach. "Could you tell me where, uh- Zino is?" Wait, what?

He was here for me? Are you telling me this is my new brother?! First my glasses break and now the guy I was checking out just a minute ago is related to me. Just great. How worse can this day get?

I spoke up before the woman could reply, "That'd be me."

His expression was fuzzy in my vision but I could tell he was examining me carefully. I put a scowl on my face. How long is he going to look at me like that?

Finally, he moved his hands onto his hips and promptly said, "You're really short."