At the End of the Rainbow Is A Pot of Gold

Chapter 1

Albany was rushing to get to his car, bags in each hand. Grocery shopping for the week took more time than Al thought. He packed the trunk with what seemed like countless bags of food until the trunk could barely be closed. Through a lot of force, Al eventually shut the trunk and got into the car. At least I don't need do to this over the weekend. I could make a shopping trip with a few friends. But who to call? Albany's friends were away in England for an art show in London. And Al doesn't know any family willing to accept the fact that he's gay. On the way to the small apartment known as Al's home, the car started slowing down. Oh fuck, I'm out of gas. Well there's a gas station nearby so I'll just stop there. Albany's thoughts had always guided him towards the right path, it was just in his heart and mind to do the right thing.

After ten minutes of pumping the car full of gas, which was minutes away from stopping completely if Al didn't stop, the now exhausted Al hastily walked to the rest stop for a quick bathroom break. Suddenly, Albany was knocked over and on the ground. "I'm so sorry," an almost monotone voice whispered. Albany grabbed his head in pain, "No, no, its okay, I-I just wasn't looking where I was going." A pale hand extended towards the fallen teenager, and it was gladly taken. Al didn't get a good look at the person until now. It was a boy (or so it seemed....), with medium length dirty blond hair, pulled back into a small ponytail. He had oddly dull but big brown eyes and dressed in an oversized grey sweater and jeans that had...paint on it, hopefully? This style was nothing compared to what Al was wearing, today it was a black long-sleeved shirt with a red flannel tied around the waist. Along with black skinny jeans and red hightops. The *dyed* locks of pure black hairs let loose, and clearly didn't have a comb run through them, so his emerald green eyes were slightly hidden. "My name is Al, short for Albany. What's your name?" said Albany in a sweet tone, forgetting the pain inflicted on him. "My name is Malcroy, and if you're wondering, I am gender neutral." the "boy" replied with no emotion. "Oh, well do you have a place to stay? You seem to be in need of a shower...and washing machine." Al chuckled slightly at the small joke he made, but not so much as a smile from Malcroy. "That'd be great, thank you." Malcroy replied quickly but boldly, and strolled right over to the car like it was their own. "Oh, alright then. Do you want anything to eat Malcroy?" Albany asked ever so kindly. "Chocolate." Malcroy said so boldly like it was the only thing they would say again. "Okay Mal! Oh, can I call you Mal?"
Al said with a hint of nervousness, afraid of offending the terrifying human being. ".....whatever. I need a drink." Albany nodded and happily skipped into the gas station, not realizing the big impact of meeting Malcroy.