BRENDON'S POV: Brendon is 16 and Dal is 17.
Mondays suck. Not just in the way of sucking because I have to wake up early, but I have to go to school. School is my worst enemy. I swear that those teachers give me homework that they KNOW I can't do. I'll need to get some tutoring, or I won't graduate this spring. "Brendon, Dal's here to pick you up!" My mom shouts from what I assume was her usual spot in the Lazy Boy with the morning newspaper. Who even reads the newspaper? I roll my eyes, heave a heavy sigh and walk downstairs. "Hey Dally." I wave a lazy hello to Dallon, and grab a granola bar from the kitchen cabinet. I wasn't in the mood to make an actual breakfast this morning, nor did I have time. I grab my backpack off of the couch, and say goodbye to my mother. Then I follow Dallon out the door.
I climb into the side of Dallon's car, and buckle my seatbelt. Dallon hops in, rubbing his hands together and breathing hot air on them before putting the keys into ignition and starting the car. It was December; frigid and unforgiving. The snow on the trees was beautiful though, and that's what I loved about winter. I loved the snow, ever since I was little. I remember Dallon and I used to always go out to play for hours, after his mother helped us get all of our snow gear on. We'd always make snowmen, and snow forts so we could capture one another. I lived for those times. Dallon and I are still close friends, and he drives me to school every morning. Dallon has gotten to be really handsome. To be quite honest, I've had a crush on him for a while. I'd never tell him though, I mean, I'm like 99% sure that he's straight. Plus, he'd probably think that it's weird that I like him, since we've been best friends for so long. All the girls are always hitting on him, too. I do get jealous, but Dallon never notices. He usually just gives the girls a killer smile, and keeps on walking. I wonder who he has a crush o-
"Brendon?" Dallon's delicate, deep voice breaks the silence, and pulls me out of my deep thought. I jump slightly, and Dallon responds with a giggle. A fucking giggle. I immediately start to blush, and Dallon puts a hand on my shoulder. "Sorry I startled you, bud. You were just spacing out. We're here, by the way." I hadn't even noticed that we had made it to school. I blush a deeper crimson, and apologize profusely. "It's okay," Dallon laughs, "It happens." I nod. "Thanks for the ride," I say, hopping out of his car. He follows, and grabs my backpack that I left in there. "No problem, and you might want this," he says, holding out my backpack. I reach out for it, and Dallon suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me into a hug. I was certainly startled, but I hug him back. He's so warm, and I never wanted to let go. "See you after school," he says quietly into my ear. I nod into his shoulder and we pull away. I take my backpack, and we walk up the stairs to school.
That hug. I didn't even see it coming. Was it just a friendly hug? Did he mean
more than that? What if he likes me too? I shake my head and slam my locker shut. He's not bi, and he's definitely not gay. Stop thinking about it, I tell myself. I walk into bio, and sit down in my usual seat next to my friend Patrick. "Hey, B," He whispers to me, and I nod at him and smile. Patrick is bi, too, and he likes a boy named Pete. Pete sits behind me in English, and I can tell that Pete likes Patrick back. I wish it could be like that for me and Da- I cut myself off. No. Dallon and I are just friends. I open my bio journal, and begin writing about the topic on the board: 'How do plants stay in homeostasis? How do plants get knocked out of homeostasis?' I quickly jot down the answer. Bio was the one thing I was good at. It was always fun for me, and I always enjoyed walking into this class every morning. The teacher likes me too, which is nice for a change. Another good thing about bio? We almost never have homework, unless we don't finish something in class. The dissections are pretty gross, but those don't happen very often. Our only task for today was to complete the homeostasis worksheet, which was review. I finished it in under 10 minutes, and doodled for the rest of class. Only when the bell rang did I realize that it was a drawing of Dallon.
