His Help (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4

I felt happier as I walked with Caspar and Howard into school on Monday morning, kids parting for us like the Red Sea.

We were a odd group I have to say, with Caspar looking like some sort of crazy person with his now pink hair and his Nyan Cat shirt. Then me, cargo pants and hoodie with my beanie and hipster glasses instead of contacts this morning. Howard was on the other side of Caspar looking like his everyday self that made him look as if he was headed to a funeral.

Howard broke off from us to head over to his class while me and Caspar headed off to our class as people talked about us or more specifically me. "How does he get Caspar's attention like that?" "Do you think the new kids related to Caspar?" "Do you see the way the new kid looks at Caspar?" The last one had me trying to glare at whoever had said it.

I didn't look at Caspar, only when he was talking to me.

I was slightly confused at how I'd gotten on his good side so quick though. Maybe he was being a sympathy friend after he heard Danielle had ditched me. That thought had me slightly depressed- if he was being my friend only because he felt bad for me. I felt like we had gotten closer though and we were really friends, right?

Someone smacked the back of my head. "Stop zoning out man, it's weird." Caspar said laughing as he went to his desk while I looked at him for confirmation. He gestured to the desk next to him and I grinned as I took a seat next to him. I shouldn't be feeling this happy sitting next to him.

I sighed and took out my school book and a notebook. Not for taking notes of course but for doodling like any studious student, obviously. Caspar seemed to have the same idea as he just doodled and sketched much like me.

Maybe I was just acting giddy around him because I'd never really had a best friend like him. Sure I'd had plenty of friends who were girls but I'd never had a boy as a best friend, although maybe he only saw us as friends or maybe not even that.

Maybe he wanted to be more then friends but I knew that was never the case. He hadn't shown any real interest in me that way, and besides! I wasn't even gay! My doodling became more hostile as I started drawing small stick men burning in stick fires.

I did wonder about Caspar though, what happened to his parents- and is his uncle his only family? I had so many questions about him but I just felt that we weren't close enough yet for me to be asking those things. For all I know his parents could've been murdered and he's batman.

I sighed again as I glanced over at Caspar, his face smiling just a little as he drew in his notebook. The sunlight hit his face just right, making his pink hair glow and his green eyes look even brighter in this lighting.

After class we decided to walk to the McDonald's nearby instead, knowing the cafeteria food was absolute crap. "I still think Supernatural is better." I said stating my opinion even after everything he had stated about The Walking Dead. "Yeah but The Walking Dead is more realistic, like it could happen any day you know?" He said making me shiver.

"I'd rather not think about being eaten alive by corpses." I said putting my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. "Aww, you're scared of zombies! don't worry, I'd protect you." He said teasing me, "shut up." I said nudging him with my shoulder as he laughed at my silly fear. "Don't they have zombies in Supernatural though?" He asked after a while.

"Yeah but they aren't in every single episode! Besides, demons and angels are way cooler than dead people." I said as he looked over at me as if he was calculating the pros and cons of both. "I suppose, but isn't it mostly teenage girls that watch supernatural?" He said and I scoffed, "same goes to you! Most guys just watch football you know!" I said as he rolled his eyes. "Oh please, basketball is way better." He said making me laugh.