Galaxies

London and The Boys

Blade.

Four years and thirty seven days later.

"Aye, redcoat!" I shouted at London as she walked down the hallway.

I saw her roll her eyes, and laughed.

"God dammit, Blade, I'm not even British. My parents were just stoned when they named me," she responded.
"You can say that again, London Diamond-Jasper Abram."

She slapped me, and looked around to make sure no one had heard her self proclaimed "god awful name". I would never tell anyone else. She knew she was safe.

"Did you do our history homework?" I asked.
"Of course," she responded with another eye roll as she handed me the paper to copy.
"I literally love you."
"I know."

The thing is, she didn't know. She had no idea.

I sat and copied the homework as she talked to me about some story she had read. God, I loved her voice. Most of the things she said to me went right over my head, but hearing her say them was amazing.

"Hey, sugar," said a voice I absolutely hated.

Ryan, London's blockheaded dickless douche bag bastard asshole boyfriend, had come to sit with us. God, did I hate that boy. London could do so much better. But, he was the star quarterback, and she was the little geek, so of fucking course they had to be together.

He stayed for a few minutes, and London talked to him instead of me. I hated it. He finally left after kissing her for a solid minute, which I spent trying not to throw up.

I knew it was my fault. He was a gift for her, from me. I always gave her gifts, whether or not she knew it. I doubted she noticed.

You may ask why I would give her someone who I hated.

The answer is simple.

I was so stupidly in love with her.

I would do anything for her. Even if it meant watching her love someone else. She was painfully straight. I was painfully gay. She was painfully oblivious to the fact that I was painfully gay and therefore I went through headache every day I watched her be in love with boys.

There were many other things she didn't know. Many things I would never dream of telling her. Yes, she was my best friend, and my impossible love. But she couldn't know my deep, dark secrets. She was an innocent creature. I couldn't harm her with my darkness.

As Ryan walked away, London turned to me.

"Want to go out after school?" She asked cheerily.
"Yeah. I would love to," I said genuinely. I knew she didn't mean on a date. But I could dream.

She nodded, slightly awkward and silent as usual. It was adorable. I then walked her to her science class, and I walked to English.

I went straight (very hard for me) to the back of the room. My boys were already sitting in their seats, leaving my corner seat open. I claimed my throne, and kicked my feet up.

My boys consisted of a bunch of stoners and idiots that I called my friends. Bull and Rock were the twins, both always stoned out of their minds. Gunner was a complete bonehead, who would do anything he was told. Wolf was a sort of strange one, quiet, but he was hilarious when in his element.

"How are things, Blade?" Asked Wolf, as he wadded up spitballs to fire at the back of people's heads.
"Not bad."
"You wanna come to the docks after school?"

The docks was the one place we could all get stoned as hell, and no one would notice or care.

"Nah. Can't. I'm hanging with London."
"Damn, Blade. When are you gonna stop chasing that girl?" Asked Bull.
"When I'm fucking dead."
"So, soon?" Chimed in Gunner.
"Shut the fuck up," I snapped.

All the guys flinched, and stayed silent until class started.