"Guys sleep at each other's houses all the time, it's just a friend thing. Because you don't like him. You. Are. Gay. STRAIGHT, I meant straight, s t r a i g h t."
First story. (WARNING : I suck at writing)
(WARNING #2 : this book is very much clich...
I'm sitting in the cafeteria, eating a PB&J, by myself, as per usual. But then Sean walks over, and sits across from me. Not a word to be spoken. We just sit there in silence for the whole lunch period. Then the bell rang, so I pick up my lunch bag and head off to my next class.
"Hey Scott!" I look behind me and see Sean looking at me with a smirk, he is so cute - NO! Bad Scott, don't think like that! You're mostly straight- I mean Straight! Yeah, as straight as a board, I totally like the girl who just walked passed me, she's real . . . appealing, yep.
"Wait up!" I stand there allowing him to catch up. We start walking down the hall side by side. He rests his hand on my back and smiles at me. That smile, wow, it just makes me feel so warm and tingly inside, it let's me know, everything's going to be OK, at least for a little while. My smile is gross. It makes my face look even more awkward than it already is, and when I smile it shows my dimples. Despite that, I smile back.
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(Sean POV)
Scott's smile, oh god, that smile makes me feel so warm and tingly inside. He somehow makes me feel like a better person, no he makes me a better person. I feel my cheeks get warmer and I know I'm flushed. I can see he's getting a little red too, he puts his head down and smirks. He is so adorable, I just want to weave our fingers together; I want to give him a tight hug that actually means something, I want to pick up his face and pull our lips together, I want to tell him that I love him.
But I can't.
I didn't.
So, I just think. Think of all the small things. Think of the way he looks down to hide the fact that he's blushing. Or if he starts to cry. Or the way he twiddles his thumbs and taps his toes when he's nervous. Or the way he gets super jumpy when he's excited to tell me something. Or the way he gets quiet and stuttery when he's called on by the teacher. Or the way he blushes when I compliment him or smile at him. Or the way our faces turned bright red when he accidentally put his hand on mine, he didn't move, and neither did I. My heart was beating fast, my stomach couldn't stop somersaulting, we sat there for a good 20 minutes or so. It was OK, no one saw, we were alone in the library. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. It was the greatest feeling in the world.
He keeps his head hung while I just stare at him with heart-eyes like a love-sick school girl, until we get to the Language Arts classroom, we have this class together. He looks up at me so I quickly turn my head forward. We walk in and sit at two open desks sitting side by side.
"Okay class, I've got a surprise for you!" Mrs. Walker was a pretty chipper but strict teacher.
"Today, we're going to get started on a project," Everyone grunted.
"Oh, hush! It'll be fun!" Scott looked pretty interested, he's such a dork.
"I've noticed in this month that this classroom isn't very social, so this project will be a partner project! Yes, I will let you choose your own partner, however if you have any trouble finding one, come to me and I'll help you out," Everyone begins to look around for their partners, although I already know mine. I turn to Scott and winked, his cheeks turn pink.
"You and your partner will each write a paper about the other, it can be a poem, a informational paper, or maybe an action-packed story about them, I don't really care. You have two weeks to ask questions, learn about the other person, and get creative with writing styles, and I don't want to see a huge font, I want it on paper. I don't care if you use pencil or type it, just as long as it's on a piece of 21 by 29.7 centimeter, A4 sheet of paper. I will be handing out rubrics at the end of class, and don't put too much pressure into this project, it shouldn't be too hard. Okay, there's about 45 minutes left of class. You have that time to find a partner and get started, ready? Go!" Almost everyone bolts out of their chair and starts walking around to find a partner, I just turn my chair over to face Scott.
"So, what's your favorite color?"he asks, dork. I punch him in the arm, chuckling.
"I forgot to ask the most important question, what's your name?" I mock.
"Oh! How rude of me! What school do you go to?" We're both laughing till our stomachs hurt, I open my eyes with almost everyone staring at us, including the teacher.
"Are you boys OK?" Mrs. Walker questions
"Yeah," I snickered.
"Okay, then get back to work," I heard slight gossip from the other students in the class, like 'They're so weird' or 'Why is Sean hanging out with that loser?' and other random crap that they spat out of their face holes.
We start to discuss our project. We decide to meet at my house tonight and just...talk. I said we should get some pizza first, it took a while before he finally gave in. So here's the plan for tonight (Scott wrote it down in a list, nerd)
(I added to the list, I'm the one in red pen)
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