The International Language

One

{Colin's p.o.v.}

I stepped off of the bus, turning down the electronic music blaring through my headphones. I glanced over at the neighbor's house, noting the moving vans out in front. I opened the door to my house, wiping my hand in the fabric of my uniform vest afterwards.

"Colin! Welcome home, darling," I winced at my mother's high pitched greeting, but turned and grinned at the woman preparing dinner in our kitchen.

"Hi Mum. What's going on next door?" I played with the straps of my backpack, tapping my foot.

"Oh, nothing much. We have some new neighbors. Apparently they have a son about your age," she beamed at me. "Perhaps we can go over and meet them?"

"Maybe later mum, I'm going to start my homework now," I say, already halfway to the stairs. My mother grinned at that, and didn't say anything more. I opened my bedroom door, and set down my backpack gently, as it had my laptop in it. I started to stretch, but then cringed when I remembered that I was still my school uniform.

The clothing that I had worn all day at school, and on the bus. Ew.

Some people might call me a germophobe, but I just know how dirty the world really is. I took off my school shirt and vest, and put them in the clothes hamper, and then padded across the room to my dresser to retrieve a t-shirt. But I was stopped when a ball of paper hit my bare arm. I looked down, and then back up, looking to see where it came from. I peered out the window that my mother must have left open, and then...oh. Oh dear.

The small figure looking back at me with big, beautiful amber eyes, was not that attractive. I definitely didn't want to run my hand through his dark hair, to see how my pale skin contrasted. And I had absolutely no desire to run my hand over his rounded cheeks, and tap his adorable ski slope nose, to which I'm sure he would make an even more adorable noise and blush.

Those things didn't even cross my mind.

I realized that I was standing there like an idiot, and to top it off, I was shirtless. I cleared my throat, and forced down a blush. I mean, I knew that I wasn't ugly, and I certainly wasn't fat, though I didn't have, as my friend Paige put it, "Manly McManington muscles." Nonetheless, I decided to cross over to the window without putting on a shirt. But as I pulled my face into a smile, and crossed to the window to talk to him, he giggled silently, and slid his window shut, leaving me with only my reflection in the blank pane of glass.

I stood there, blinking for a minute, before my high functioning mind realized that the paper might have something written on it. I spun around, and picked it up, shuddering slightly as it had been on the floor. I uncrumpled the piece of paper, and read what was written on it in flowing cursive, with lots of little flourishes.

Hi there! Looks like we're going to be neighbors :3

There was nothing else on it, not a name, nor any mention that he had spotted my rather attractive physique, if I may say so myself. I sighed, and set the note on my desk, and actually set out to do the task that the boy had distracted me from. I just hoped that I wouldn't be distracted in days to come.

Well, I was fucked.

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So yes, that was the first chapter of The International Language! Sorry it was so short and horrible (that's what he said), I am kiiiiiinda going through an existential crisis......

But enough about me! I wanna know you guys! *creeper alarm activated*

But for real, let me ask you a question. What is your favorite pet name? Like, name that couples call each other and all that.

I promise, I'm not random or insane.

Welp, I'm rambling now. Bye guys!