Too Perfect to Last (boyxboy)

Chapter 1

Tyler POV

Ring rrrrring!

I shot my hand out to hit the alarm that interrupted my sleep but missed, succeeding only at hitting for bedside table and knocking it over. Great. Slowly I got up and emerged from my cocoon of blankets like a majestic butterfly. Well. Not so majestic. More like a clumsy half asleep butterfly. Anyhow, it doesn't matter. I was up. I brushed my teeth and all that shit and practically fell down the stairs. On the ground floor I went into the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of Ships and Shits. The best cereal ever. It's literally just a bowl of cornflake type cereal shaped like boats and piles of crap. Why do people like this so much? The world may never know.

I ate it quickly and grabbed my stuff, scurrying out the door and jumped in the car where my mom was waiting.

After a boring car ride to school I arrived at my first period. English.

Kill me now. This sucks.

The teacher droned on and on about God knows what. I tuned him out. And the next class and the next. I fell asleep in third. Michelle shook me awake.

"Tyler. Cmon. Wake up." She said, smiling.

"Yeah yeah I'm coming." I responded, stretching and getting up.

She waved goodbye she hurried out the door to her fourth period. I did the same. When I arrived in math class I noticed that the seating chart was up on the projector.

"Hey, Tyler!" A boy in my class named Evan called. "Your seat is right here." He pointed to the seat next to him.

We were sitting in the back of class alone, close to the door. As I got settled our teacher started the lesson. I glanced over at Evan. He seemed bored. I reached around his back and tapped his shoulder farthest from me. Then I looked at the board as if nothing happened. Evan turned his head, searching for the source of the tapping. I tried not to laugh at his confused face. It was adorable. No no. Not a adorable. It was uh funny. Yeah. Yep.

"Hey Tyler. Did you just tap me?" He whispered.

"What? No. I'm trying to learn math. Why would I tap you." I said, trying to sound believable.

"Oh. Ok. I must have imagined it. I guess..." He said, sort of buying it.

He focused back on the lesson. Slowly I reached my arm out to tap him when he turned and grabbed it.

" I knew it was you!" Evan said, a little too loudly.

"Boys. Please focus more on the lesson and less on each other." Mr. P said, obviously annoyed.  Looks like Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Heh sorry. We will." Evan said and I nodded.

I reluctantly began to take notes on the lesson. Shortly my attention slipped away from the lesson and over to Evan. I never noticed how soft his hair looks.

"What?" He whispered to me. I realized I had been staring.

"Oh uh. Nothing. Sorry." I whispered back.

"Oh. Ok. I don't have something on my face do I?" He asked.

"No no. It's not that. It's nothing. I just think you're-" Mr P cut me off. And thank god he did. I don't even know what was about to come out of my mouth.

"Boys. I already gave you a warning. The rest of the class is here to learn. Please step outside so the rest of us can focus on the lesson." Mr. P said, monotonously, obviously fed up with our shit already.

"Ok. Sorry." I said, getting up, followed shortly by Evan, and leaving the classroom.

Evan and I sat down against the lockers.