phil's point of view
I was sitting in the dark corner of school's parking lot. Everyone was centered around that stupind boy with the softest white hair. I hated him with all my heart. He was just playing with my feelings like everyone else was. I hated that I have never known what's on his mind. He was so complicated.
I heard the sound of Lukas' motorbike's engine and then all these 'Oh!'s and 'Ah!'s. Yeah, he was a fucking little star now and I bet that's what he wanted.
I felt lonely drop of rain on my hand and looked up at the dark sky. I couldn't see any stars or even a moon so I guessed there were just clouds. I loved rain so much though.
Students started to screaming and everyone ran back to school like it was some acid, not rain. I looked up again to see only Lukas standing there, in the middle of the parking, not looking at me. It was no surprise to me.
He took off his helmet and placed it on the black saddle. I knew his bike more than I knew him. I spent so much time recording him and then watching and correcting at home. I was never into motocross, I was only into Lukas and he knew it damn well.
"Hey, you" I heard his voice dangerously close to me. I looked at him as he sat next to me on the wet asphalt. "What do you think?"
"You were great" I just shrugged. "Why are you talking to me?"
"Everyone's inside" he pointed.
"There are windows though" I muttered and stood up. "And I should go."
"Hey, wait" he also stood up and placed his hand on my shoulder. Wow, what a change. Now he was touching me in public and not because he was about to punch me. I guessed. "I'm driving you home."
"You don't have to" I said. "Carry on with the show."
"That wasn't a question" he smirked. "I'm driving you home."
I just shrugged again. We walked to his motor and he jumped to it, getting on his helmet. I sat behind him like I always did when no one was watching. I didn't give a fuck about my or his reputation. For everyone in this school I was just a little, shy outsider who's propably gay, but Lukas was that cool kid with a motorbike, bunch of great friends and beautiful girlfriend. It would be a horror if he lost it all for me.
"Hold me" Lukas turned his head to face me.
"Is that legal?" I asked sarcastically.
I couldn't see his face but I bet he just rolled his eyes. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he turned on the bike. I placed my head on Lukas' neck and closed my eyes as we drove away from school. I loved the smell of rain and Lukas' perfume and together it made a perfect mix.
We drove through the empty, dark city, not stopping even if there was red light. I guessed he just cannot wait to get rid of me. I moved my hands a little lower, placing them on his hips. I loved irritating him by acting like that. It was my only fun in this town.
Suddenly the motor stopped and I raised my head but we weren't at my house. It was his.
"Why are we here?" I asked tiredly.
"I need to talk to you" he replied, jumping to the ground and taking off his helmet. "My father isn't at home, he had to leave for work and won't be here for another two days."
Oh, perfectly. He just brought me to his empty house again, so nobody would ever know about my existence.
He parked his bike in the barn and we walked into his house. Lukas took my hand and we went to his kitchen so he could make us some tea. None of us said a word until he took me upstairs to his room. I sat on his bed and lookes at his wooden floor. God, why I was even here?
