In love with a Weirdo (BoyxBoy)

Chapter one

Attention

1ºFirst of all, english is not my native language, so unfortunately can occur to obtain some spelling errors, if you find comment,please don't feel bad, it's helping me a lot.

2º If you really like the story and don't forget to enjoy, it seems obvious I know, but it did occur to me that I liked the story and have forgotten to add it to the library and suddenly there was a several chapters.

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Every passing hour, every minute that goes, every minute that disappears,I take the opportunity to reflect on something that haunts me from the moment I became aware of my thoughts: The famous existential crisis. Everybody around me feels good about themselves and chase their dreams. Peter, my older brother has already chosen the course that will follow in his college and career. Jason...my dad, It continues to grow more and more in he's work, and how was I? Well, if it wasn't for my brother, my life would be summarized in Newton's first law. I hate myself, I don't have any dreams, I can't understand me. It was supposed to me to be an agitated boy,excited by girls, sport lover, but no. My life is boring as hell, If I stop to talk to a person about my story, like Forest Gump, I'm sure the person would run away from me leaving me alone.

Today is a very important day, today is the beginning of a new high school year, and how was I? Lying in my bed, covered by a huge blanket, talking to myself about shitty things and trying to avoid the fact that soon my brother would appear to get me out of my cave. Peter has always been a bright young man, his appearance could charm all the girls, after all, who wouldn't fall in love with a boy from the green eyes that are even more beautiful in the sun, tanned skin, hazel hair with a modern cut and a wide smile showing the brightness of your teeth? In short: he was a heartthrob of romantic movies for teenager girls,and I, completely the opposite. While my brother has similar features of Jason, I am almost a male version of my dead mother, almost.

The injustice already started when I am right down to the average height ,my appearance? Skin everyday more pale,black hair messy as always,eyes like the color of the sky and finally,freckles all over my cheek. I could be just like my brother,but there's another,difference between us,crucial by the way: I have problems related to communication, every time someone tried to talk to me I act in the most awkward possible. I usually stay still as my sweat drops from my forehead, my eyes lost for all possible exits and ignore the person,before leaving quickly as possible.

Deep down, I knew I didn't need anyone to make me happy, only I understood me and that was enough, if someone else understand this means it's crazy and just crazy and stupid occupy my whole mind and has no more space. When I was starting to get back to sleep, I hear footsteps coming from outside my room, it was the beginning of the annual nightmare.Slowly, the sound the door knobs turning and doing their sound to echo throughout the room made my body shudder. I knew this moment would come, but I didn't know how to prevent, what could I do? Pretend to be sick? When I'm desperate my thoughts resemble the plans of a child and it was immature for someone with 15 years.The desperation was increasing and my mind started going through flashbacks like tv ad recalling everything I went through last year, I didn't want to have social contact, didn't want to hear those annoying voices similar to hyenas, didn't want to be the butt of jokes, didn't want to want to do anything but breathe.When it was over the noise of the door handle, I'm sure that for a second, my heart stopped beating and I closed my eyes faster than the speed of light. I feel like a trash for being me and with so many people with so many difficulties, I can't get over the fear of going to a normal place.