Dream Story {boyxboy}

Prologue

It all started on a fateful day.

It was summer camp. I was eight.

It wasn't much of a camp at all. It was more like a day care except we could, with parent's permission, go on field trips to other areas in and around the bare minimum city we lived in. We played games, traveled to the local pool, the local park, and whatever else there was for kids our sages to do.

The college-age counselors were nice too, I guess. They weren't overly happy like you'd expect and were a perfect amount of friendly.

Of course, being the social butterfly I wasn't, this didn't really matter all too much to me.

I stayed in the corners of the room we happened to be in for that day with my paper and pencil. I was used to being alone, and no matter what age, loners tend me left alone.

Then there's that extremely rare kind soul that would approach and attempt to befriend.

It's not like I didn't want to interact with others, I just didn't know how. I took this soul's open hand hesitantly, but happily.

His name was Taylor Rose. He was seven.

The activity of the time was a simple game of freeze tag. We ran and ran, ceasing to move at times, then running off again. I had joined on the last round.

The next thing was a baking session. It was another signature-required activity for obvious reasons. Not a lot of us got our slips filled out, but Taylor and I happened to. We were simply making brownies.

I suppose this was the day where baking became my hobby.

Taylor and I became close friends, best friends even. If it weren't for our different grade levels, we'd probably be attached at the hip. We slept over each other's houses, scheduled play dates as often as possible, and our parents even considered the other their child.

Then high school rolled around. Most friendships seem to break around this time, especially those within different grades. Despite this, our friendship never faltered. As a freshman, I was usually bullied. That only lasted a couple months, though. I had learned to hide myself and it's not like I was really a main target, just some unfortunate kid.

I was worried that Taylor's kindness would end up with the upper-classmen taking advantage of him when he entered this year, but all those worries were for nothing.

He easily managed to get on the upper-classmen's good sides, even after he found me and continued to stay by my side.

I always found it funny how attached he was to me.

It was... Cute.

Eventually he got his growth spurt and joined our school's soccer team. He's nothing extraordinary, but he's a regular player. To be more specific, the goalie.

"It's just for fun," he said. I'm sure that if he were to try, he could be whatever he wanted. That's how great he is.

It was a special day. March 13. Well, actually the day before the special day, so March 12. It was Taylor's birthday and the month where the SAT takers study their butts off. For me, it was stressful. I had offered to help out Thursday night for Taylor's party on Friday.

Popularity can change you. While it didn't really change my friend, it definitely bothered me because it didn't change him. He was still kind, striving to make good relations. Unfortunately, this also included those who weren't as good. He was being manipulated without knowing.

"You really don't have to do this," Taylor walked into the kitchen. He grabbed an apple from a pile on the counter, washed it, then bit into it. "You have to study for the SATs don't you?"

I scoffed as I broke my third egg into the metal bowl. "It's your 16th birthday. I'm sure I can drop one night of studying to help your party." He looked up at me with a skeptical smile, lowering his apple.

"I really appreciate this, Jess," he said. He looked down at my quickly moving hand. "Meringues? You're going to have to make a hundred of these."

"I know."

"Then don't do it alone," he began to dig through the drawers for another whisk. "Oh, I found the mechanical one! I thought you said you lost it." I stared at the box with wide eyes. It must've been hidden in plain sight or something. He set up the beater, then handed it to me with one hand while using the other to plug it into the outlet. He took out the whisk from my hand and grins. I pouted, reaching back for the whisk, but he held it out of my reach.

"Tay! Give it back!" I reached over the island as he spun around it. "I'm not going to let you do the more tedious work!"

"No way," he retaliated, laughing. I couldn't help but notice how nice his laugh is. It's deep and rang silently like bells. He used to sing when we were both in middle school, but he stopped because the boy's would tease him. He was still scrawny back then. Like a girl, they said. "It's my party and you're the one giving up a day of important rest for me. You're taking the easier way out." My pout grew as I retreated to my side of the island, then bent down and handed him a metal bowl. He smirked at my defeat, holding out his hand to take the bowl, just for me to quickly reach up and place it on his head. It tilted forward, covering his eyes and I gave him a smirk of my own.

"Don't forget to wash it."

He pulled the bowl off and moved to the sink which happened to be facing me. He pokes my side and I return with a poke of my own. I found it enjoyable watching him shiver at the feeling. We continued through the night making meringues, pizza, brownies, and cake, bickering and joking, and probably making more of a mess with the flour than the cake used.

Eventually we finished packing the food into their areas. "You're staying over, right?" I asked him.

"Nah, I just wanted to stop by," he shrugs. "My mom wants me home first thing in the morning..." He turned to look at me to give me a quick hug before leaving but he bent down a bit more than usual. "Wow," I thought. His lips are so kissable. I grabbed his arms and kissed him right there.

Time stopped.

Holy shiz. I snapped my eyes back open and ran.

It's funny how long it took for me to accept something.

I felt something for him that's a little more than friendly and most definitely not brotherly.

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(A/N: I AM SO SORRY. THIS WAS MY DREAM. I LITERALLY HAD A DREAM WHERE I WAS READING THIS STORY, EXCEPT I WASN'T ACTUALLY SEEING THE WORDS AND THIS STORY WAS PLAYING OUT WITH ME AS THE MAIN CHARACTER AND OH MY GOD IT FELT SO REAL BECAUSE I COULD FEEL MYSELF USING THE WHISK AND TASTING IT AND OH MY GOD IT WAS SO REALISTIC YET I KNEW I WAS STILL DREAMING AND YEAAA. There's more to this dream, but that's the second chapter.)