Two Boys

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boy 1

When I got home, I told mum why I didn't have the groceries.

After she'd gave me the once over and was sure I was a-ok, she then asked me about the boy who saved me.

"William. William Rose Ornton. He's so cute, he has brown curls, brown eyes, pale skin, and he's really skinny. His voice is as smooth as the water. He's almost 6 feet tall as well, but when he was on top of me he didn't weigh anything at all. He gave me back the five dollars and now he has my number and he was just so cute!" I gushed, not even pausing to catch my breath, which seemed rather short after one of my many near-death encounters. I was just clumsy.

"Oh my gosh, he sounds perfect! I really hope you hear from him again! But wait, is he gay?" Mum asked.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Looked like it. He didn't have a girl on his arm, and he was that hot, surely he'd have girls pooling around him." I said. Mum smiled.

"Ornton... Oh! They're new in town! They live in this street! Number 10, I think! Oh my gosh, just your luck!" Mum got all excited. I smiled back, my heart beating too fast in my throat for me to be able to comprehend this fact.

"They were from Angelico." Mum said.

"But isn't that town incredibly homophobic? So he couldn't be gay." I said, a sinking feeling overcoming my body.

Sinking feeling
(Of an emotion)
When something is upsetting, resulting in someone feeling upset, often used to describe situations where you receive bad news

"Maybe that's why they moved." Mum said. I went to respond but I heard a knock on the door. Mum got up to get it, and I sunk back in my chair. I peered down my shirt and my chest. It was bruised. And I could see blood sitting underneath the surface of my skin, making it look bright red. I gingerly pressed my hand to it, and flinched. I clenched my eyes shut but opened them when I heard the ringtone of my phone.

>From William
Come over?

I smiled at the words on my screen. I peered my head out the door frame. Mum was chatting away with one of her old friends who spent a bit of time here.

"Mum! I'm going to William's!" I said, interrupting her conversation. She didn't scold me for intervening, just winked at me. I rolled my eyes and shut the door behind me. I could smell the crisp autumn air and I watched at the leaves fell to the road, making it look incredibly romantic. I rolled my eyes again and walked over to number 10.

Of course, when I got there, William questioned me as to how I knew where he lived.

"Aw, you told your mum about me?" He teased smoothly, after I'd given him his answer. I rolled my eyes and felt my cheeks warm up.

"You saved my life, of course I did." I deadpanned, after I'd regained my composure. He grinned at me and grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. I smiled when I walked in. There was a big Pride Flag hanging above his bed, with pictures of Dan and Phil and Troye Sivan and Jacob Bixenman surrounding the flag, but apart from that, his room was mainly greys and whites. I settled on the edge of his bed, not trying to be suggestive, my chest was just aching.

"So..." and with that, we began a conversation that lasted for five hours.

When I stepped out his door and onto the cold footpath with his coat wrapped around me (he insisted, as it was late and cold), I smiled giddily.

I had it bad.

a/n: bro he likes William. Ugh who wouldn't