On My Way Home

Leaving

Their car drives up, it's time for me go. My parents put me up for adoption a few months back... And someone finally wants me. I don't know what they're expecting but it doesn't matter.... I'm not what anyone wants. They'll take me back after a while. I shove my things into the car. We exchange hellos before the car starts to pull out. I sit quietly in the back of the car. The familiar bumps on the road I've gotten to know so well, move the car back and forth. My eyes drift out the window and I move my hand to put the widow down a little. The cool fall breeze hits my face and I breathe in the scent of nature. This is going to be hell.

We make a few stops on the way to my new home. First, going to the store for them to buy me new cloths that I don't need. Second, a gas station for gas. And third, we stop at Kroger. We walk inside and to be honestly, I enjoy the sight of all the smiling faces. But my mood is dropped shortly after when I see my first mom in the corner. She was the first person to adopt me.... I look down, staring blankly at the white tiled floors. Why does she have to ruin everything. I feel some one walk up in front of me. But when I look up, it's not who I expect. Actually I don't know who this is at all.

"Hay, I'm Mitch. Nice to meet you." He offers me a smile, noticing my sudden change in mood.

"Uh, yeah, hey. I'm Scott. Nice to meet you too." He holds his hand out and I take it in mine, shaking it lightly. His hand was small and quite soft. He was about my age. Maybe a year younger than me. His hair is short and brown. Except for his bangs swooping across his tan skin. His face is pretty handsome might I add. His jaw line is sharp and his lips are thick. Oh my, his eyes. I glance down at him once more when our eyes lock together. They're many shades of brown. He is much, much shorter than me.

Shut up faggot

You're gay?! No one will ever love you!

You fuck tard, go to hell queer!

I snap out of it, placing my gaze back on the floor.

"Hey, don't be shy." He says with a small smile. I smile slightly and feel heat suddenly rise to my face.

Stop blushing you idiot. You cant be gay. You aren't aloud.

"S..s..sorry." I giggle slightly at myself, stumbling over my words.

"It's okay," he said, "what are you doing this weekend?" What did he just say to me. Oh shit is he asking me on a date. We only just met. What do I say.

"Not that I know of why?" I raise my head up finally and give him a smile. In return he smiles back. I blush once more before he continues.

"Well, I'm having a Halloween party if you wanna come. Saturday from 5-9. You're welcome to come anytime. But wear your costume." I smile. How sweet.

"Sure, yeah, I'll try to come. Thank you!" I show my teeth with a quick smile and I can see his face turn red. He just stares at me.

"What you looking at?" I said, teasing him.

"You."

One word. One time. And boom, I'm crushing. My face is now burning red. I feel like my head might explode. My stomach feels tingly and weird. He's... Amazing. I have to go to his party.

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Haaayyyyyyyyy. So yeah, this is gonna be a new story. I hope you enjoyed a very, very short part one. Thank you for reading ❤️