Behind the Walls

The Beginnings

"I know we have only been talking for a few weeks, but I feel like I really know you. The words you use, they seem so familiar to my eyes. I read them over time and again to find the hidden codes in your words, hidden messages." I had read Chris' words at least twenty times, was he on to me? I sat there paralysed in fear, staring at the screen in front of me. These messages had been intended for "Isabelle," the 5'2, tanned- skinned, Mexican babe that he had met on a dating site. Chris believed he would never find a decent girl in person, so resorted to the internet, which I took advantage of. I never wanted it to go this far, but my loneliness had finally gotten to me. Inside of me, I had the butterflies that wouldn't- will not stop fluttering around my stomach every single time this beautiful boy with eyes the colour of the ocean, any ocean, pick an ocean, they look like a magnificent, vibrant shade of blue every time I set my eyes on his. His skin, oh his skin, and he is definitely bones, he is so slender, his bones stick out at odd angles that we humans encompass. I cannot even describe to the full capacity, how much I adore Chris' long silky, golden curls that resemble macaroni pasta, which I also love so much. It doesn't just end there, that bum! It is so perfectly fit, I just want to grip a piece of that gluteus maximus in my hands to forever hold and keep. Of course there is much more I would most certainly not object to doing with Chris' bum. Anyway, I got a bit off track, I do not desire Chris only for his perfectly chiseled body, I knew I liked him much before he was bangable to half of the planet and thirsty fans that we have.

Chris and I met while we were attending University College London in guess what city- London! This was back in the 1990's, wow, it has been such a long time since I met my other half. I had been much more shy and timid back in the day, sitting in the corner of the commons area of the flats, smiling as the crazy hormonal- college students rushed by to get high and party, maybe they would fall off a bridge or two in the process. One day I would see my smile reflected on the face of this awkward man straight from out of the shire, also known as Devon.

"Funny seeing you here with that guitar..." I had totally forgotten my guitar was just stretched across my lap, I took that thing everywhere with me. It was a natural instinct for me to grab my guitar before heading out anywhere, to classes, to the pub, or even to the toilet. "...I have heard you play a few times. You are very talented!" Who is this guy? He has a very attractive face, I mean voice, umm never mind. "I'm Chris, and your name is?" Chris spat all of this out in a matter of seconds, hindering me from responding right away.

I felt a rush of blood to my head, my cheeks were flushing the color of a ripened tomato. I sat there with my mouth hanging open, thinking of how to respond, this tall, curly- headed man is so stunning. Why have I become so self- conscious as of now?

"M-my name is...umm...I can't remember." I stared at him, that is all I could do, I had never seen such a beautiful human being in my twenty years (at the time I was twenty.) Sweat began to work it's way down my temples.

He stared back at me, glaring with a puzzled look on his face, I couldn't help but stare at his lovely blue eyes. My ears had just heard the voice of an angel and I would soon find out this angel could sing.

Apparently I was in some sort of daze, a large hand began to wave inches in front of my face, persistently trying to catch my wandering attention. I refocused my eyes like a lens on a camera. I wanted to capture this moment and keep it with me the rest of my life. He stared at me with his piercing ocean blue eyes, "Are you okay? You kind of scared me for a second, you were in very deep thought, I assume," Chris said in an unsure tone with one eyebrow up in the air.

"Y-yes, umm, sorry about that, I was just distracted. My name is Jonny by the way. So you have heard me play the guitar, how? I only play in my dorm," I uttered questioningly, staring at him, it seemed as though he began to grow apprehensive.