It Doesn't Matter Who You Are

Somebody Needs a Nurse...

Mitchell apprehensively surveyed the unfimiliar school. He turned the corner towards a long corridor while an unfamiliar figure just his height caught his eye. Mitchell was intrigued by the sandy haired, bright eyed boy who stood before him. Mitchell couldn't get his mouth to work the way he wanted it to, so with flushed cheeks, he hurried past the boy and rushed down the hall. "No one can ever find out." he thought frantically. He had never had a feeling like this this strong before, he didn't know what to do with himself as the handsome stranger occupied his mind. As there were 10 minutes left until his first day of class at a new school, and seeing that he felt completely overwelmed, Mitchell decided to slip into a janitorial closet to collect his confused thoughts and calm his racing heart. "What am I going to do?" He thought to himself. He turned the light on and found a small mirror on the metal wire shelf beside him. Looking in it, he saw how red his cheeks were. He looked away from the mirror, ashamed of the telltale signs of attraction his face for all the world to see, and when he looked again he saw tears streaming down his cheeks. "I can't go back out there like this." He whispered as the tears came harder and faster. He exchanged the mirror for a napkin off of the same shelf to wipe his eyes. He made a vain attempt to calm his nerves and get a hold of himself, but it was no use, as his emotions were going haywire. He sat down in the corner, curled into a ball and cried until the tears wouldn't come anymore. He hadn't cried so hard in all the 16 years of his life as he did today. Mitchell had never been able to not control his emotions.
"I have to get out of here. Class starts in two minutes." He thought to himself again as he looked at his watch. Gathering all the courage and strength he had, He stood up, opened the closet door, and hoped that the gorgeous stranger wasn't standing right outside the door. He raced down the hallway as if an ogre were on his tail. It proved difficult however, as he had to hold his breath to keep his emotions at bay.  He scrambled to a halt in front of his new clasroom, and doubled over panting, his pale face flushed, his blonde hair tousled, and his crystal blue eyse still sparkling with tears. "Ah, you're just under the buzzer I see" said the Teaher kindly. Mitchell though her name was Crowder or something. "Please take your seat." She commanded, gestuing to an empty desk. "Class is about to begin." Mitchell crept into his desk, trying to attract as little attention as possible, but he realized he was sitting across from none other than the bright eyed stranger! "Just my luck." He thought to himself. He attempted to busy himself with pulling out his notes and a pen, but he couldn't help but stare at the denim covered leg beside him out of the corner of his eye.
"Seriously Mitchell, you've never acted like this, what's gotten into you?" The words echoed in his mind, some in his own voice, some others in his mothers voice and tone, while some others were in a voice that he couldn't quite put a title on. "He's a boy!" He screamed in his mind, becoming frustrated with himself. "I'm supposed to like girls!" He wondered if something was wrong with him.  He wondered if his mother would love him if she knew.  But most of all, he wondered if the beautiful stranger would reject him like so many others had. The teacher had already called class into order, but emotion-stricken Mitchell couldn't seem to focus as he normally did.
"This didn't happen last year, or almost ever for that matter, what's going on?" He angrily wondered to himself as he tried to copy what was in the board. Mitchell's mind was brought back into the room once the sandy-haired boy started to speak, Mitchell couldn't decipher what he was saying, but instead he was basking in the sound, "Like music." He thought. Mitchel finally found the strength to focus on the the words.  "...so you see, you wouldn't need a fire extinguisher." Said the boy matter of factly.  "But this school is going to need one anyway  because im so hot i'm on fire!  Amirite?"  The whole class erupted in laughter.  "That will be quite enough, Isaac!" Said Mrs. Jenkins with a disapproving look. Mitchell felt the color rush back to his face as the boy, who he now knew as Isaac gave him a sly wink! Mitchell's mind couldn't focus on the material anymore, all he could think about was that Isaac could see him and knew that he existed! He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that Isaac winked at him! He didn't know what to do with himself, so to keep from going crazy, he devised a plan for lunch to get Isaac's attention a little bit more. At lunch, Mitchell scanned the cafeteria for Isaac, and spotted him having an animated discussion with two girls. "He will never notice me now." He thought despondently.  "This was a terrible idea." He muttered, deciding to abandon his plan.  He tried not to make eye contact with Isaac, but it just sort of happened.  From across the room Issac locked eyes at Mitchell and flashed him the most beautiful smile Mitchell had ever seen, and bekoned him to sit almost seductively. Mitchell felt like Isaac was pulling him in by a rope as he walked over. He sat down with a slight look of fear on his face with the same fear stabbing at his heart.
"I have to say something!" He mentally yelled at himself, but it was no use, as the words did not come. "Hey, I'm Isaac." Said the boy with a mischievous grin. "Hhhheelllo." Mitchell stuttered back. "I saw you in class today," Isaac continued, "And you looked like you could use a friend.  Care to sit with me?"  Mitchell's heart began to race.  "What do I do?" He thought frantically. The air seemed to be getting thinner, and suddenly the room began to spin. Just before he hit the floor Mitchell heard Isaac's voice faintly shouting, "Woah! Are you ok?" As if from far away. Mitchell awoke from the faint with Isaac's lips on his. "What are you doing?" He stammered. "Ummmm... mouth to mouth..." replied Isaac. It seemed like the thing to do. I mean, you passed out after all... but anyway are you alright?" Mitchell sat up, rubbing the sore spot on his head, "I think I'lll be ok." He said. Still slightly dizzy, and his mind still racing, he sat down next to Isaac. He hadn't been this close to him before, and he got the chance the examine the color in his eyes, they were a gray-blue, but so beautiful. He felt them piercing through him and exposing every part of him whenever they made eye contact. "Do you need me to walk you to the nurse's office?" Isaac inquired, a look of concern on his face. Mitchell shook his head. His head was still spinning. He tried to staighten up, but stumbed into Isaac's arms. " No, you can't make it there by yourself buddy." Isacc stated firmly. "I'm coming with you.  Besides, you don't even know where the office is." Isaac placed Mitchell's arm over his shoulders and began to assist him down the hallway. Mitchell wanted to scream and run away, but at the same time he couldn't. "You're so strong..." Mitchell thought, only he didn't think it, he said it. Mitchell's vision tunneled, he couldn't see Isaac keeping him upright, but he could feel his hands on him, one holding onto his wrist over his shoulder and the other against his side. He became immediently self-conscious about his body, focused on the areas where they made contact. Eventually, after an excruciatingly long limping walk down the hallway where he first saw Isaac, they reached the Nurse's office. They stepped inside, and and Mitchell saw a sign that said "The nurse will be back shortly, please take a seat". He collapsed into one of the metal chairs in the room. Isaac pulled up a chair next to him, and opened his mouth to say words that mitchell would remember for years to come. "Hey, now that we are here, we can talk. What is your name?" "Mitchell..." he replied timidly. "You're beautiful!" Mitchell thought. "Well you are a little flirt aren't you!" Isaac shot back, sounding pleased. "That wasn't supposed to be out loud!" Mitchell squeaked. His cheeks flushed bright red.  "It's alright Mitchell, I don't bite!" Isaac said teasingly. "But as long as we're flirting, you don't look so bad yourself.  I could stare into those eyes for hours..."  he said, and gently kissed Mitchell on his cheek, which by this time was flaming scarlet. "Wait, are you..." Mitchell stammered, shocked by this turn of events. "Gay?" Isaac answered, "Yes.  And by the looks of it you are too,  am I correct?" Mitchell nodded. His heart pounded faster and faster as he felt Isaac's hand slowly creep down his back and rest on his rear.  Isacc leaned in to kiss him for the first time, and the world stood still. Mitchell couldn't breathe, but in a good time this way. This felt so right to him. He kissed back in a worlwind of passion, and the rest was history.