My mother got stuck at work so we had to make dinner ourselves. Me and my sister talk my dad into ordering pizza.
My day had gone so well after I saw the boy. I found out I had most of my classes with him which was oddly convenient. I never got his name though, he seemed to be fairly popular but I've never seen him before. I wasn't good with talking to new people, so asking him was going to be a no.
Half way through eating reality hits me like a steam train, I had a crush on a dude. I drop my pizza and stand up, bumping the table. I exit the dinning room, my dad and sister staring at me. I end up in the bathroom. I grab a towel and wet it. I press it to my face, cooling me down.
I was gay? I never had any interest in girls, they grossed me out. But I never even thought about boys romantically either. But that boy was a light in the darkness. I couldn't even explain it.
There was a knock at the door. I jump slightly, all these deep thoughts made me feel vulnerable. "Elliot, are you ok?" it was Cedar my sister. I was kind of glad it was her, she might understand more than dad. I didn't have to tell her just yet but I really wanted to get it out.
I open the door. "Yeah, I'm fine." I shut the door behind me, walking out into the hallway. "But I have to tell you a secret." I hush my voice. Her eyes widen, we were close to each other but we were never serious. "I-I think I might be gay." I whisper. She gasps.
"Really?" she looks me in the eyes. I bite my lip and nod. "When do you figure that out?"
"Today. I have a crush on some guy." I look away from her, my cheeks turning red. She grins.
"That's adorable." she hugs me. "I'm so glad you finally found someone!" I'm startled by the hug, but smile and return it.
"You have to keep it a secret though, I don't know if I really am." I pull away. Cedar nods, she always kept the secrets we made.
She smiles and heads back downstairs. My stomach grumbles and I follow after her. Dad was watching tv in the living room, something about a budget cut in the local area. I grab a slice of pizza and slip back upstairs.
I end up lying on the floor, messing around on the computer. My thoughts drift to the boy. I really wanted to know his name. I remember my yearbook from last year. I crawl over to the bookshelf and pull out the annual.
I flip to the junior page, I was a senior this year, hopefully he was too. I skim the pages, looking for his beautiful face. I finally find his.
Oliver. Oliver Hains was his name. I feel heat flush my cheeks. His name was perfect.
I pull my computer onto my lap and go to my Facebook page. I click the search bar and type in his name. I find his easily. He was the third one down under a creepy old man and a person with a pony as a profile pic.
I move to my bed and start to look around on his wall. Oliver seemed to be pretty active. He snowboards and plays football from what the pictures tell me. I nervously check his relationship statues. I let out a sigh of relief to see he wasn't currently in one.
I look around a little more and soon grow board. I begin to close the page when I accidentally click the friend button. I gasp, how comedically and romantically perfect was this. I groan and rub my face in annoyance. I had just friended a guy who I barely even knew.
A bell sound comes from my computer and I look through my hands. I had a message. I bring my shaking hand to the mouse.
My heart stops when I open it. It was from Oliver.
Oliver: Do I know you?
I start to panic, he was already suspicions of me. I start to type a reply that seemed reasonable.
Elliot: I have a couple classes with you.
I click send. I groan when I realize what a stupid reply that is.
Oliver: Oh, you looked kinda familiar. You wore a Pink Floyd shirt right?
I almost scream. I looked at my shirt. He noticed me! I quickly answer.
Elliot: Yeah.
It seemed laid back and cool. I didn't normally like to talk to people online, it was sometimes hard to understand what they meant.
Oliver: You like Pink Floyd?
My eyes widen. He was trying to make conversation with me! I couldn't believe it.
Elliot: They're my favorite band. What about you?
I might as well ask him. He even started this conversation. I wait silent for his reply.
Oliver: I'm more of a Slipknot fan.
My eyes widen. He was amazing, his music taste was perfect. I haven't met a Slipknot fan in ages.
Elliot: That's awesome! Slipknot is amazing!
We continued this pointless conversation for hours on end. I never thought a person could be so open. I shared more about myself than I ever have. Oliver prefers to be called Oli, and he has a kitten named Tiny. I swooned when he told me this. I love cats so much. He had two parents that barely payed any attention to him. Sad really. He said they were always away for work.
Oli soon said he had to go, we did have school tomorrow. I say goodbye and log off myself. I check the clock. It was eleven and my spirits were so high I felt like I could never sleep.
I grab my coat and iPod and leave the house for a walk. I did this normally, I had a bad sleeping habits too. Walking always calmed me down.
I put my earbuds in and aimlessly walk along the road. Only a couple cars drive pass me tonight. I shove my hands in my coat pockets, protecting them from the cold air.
School comes to mind. I had a lot of my classes with Oliver, that was super awesome. But I was supposed to meet with my tutor today and he (well it could be a girl too) wasn't there. I didn't feel that conflicted about missing one lesson. I guess my tutor forgot.
A couple water droplets fall onto my head and slide down my back. I cringe, the water was insanely cold. I pull my hood over my head and turn around, I felt calm enough to get some sleep.
It was raining buckets when I walked up the steps to the front porch. I reach to open the door when it is pulled away from me. My dad, wearing and old tee shirt and a pair of boxers. His face was full of disappointment. I lower my head in shame.
"I couldn't sleep dad." I walk past him. He knows I do this every know and then. It just seemed worse this time.
"At least bring a flashlight next time." he heads up the stairs, skipping a step every time.
I follow him up and turn into my room. I throw off my clothes and slip under the covers without blinking.
No thoughts if Oli crossed my mind.
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