Space Boy. (bxb)

Alleyways [1]

Chapter One.

The initial objective of walking home by himself was to not to converse with any strangers, but that fate seemed inevitable, when people regularly commented on Ryan's  appearance. Good looking was an definite understatement to Rhys complexion.

His brown bedraggled yet perfect hair contrasted his immaculate and handsome image and his chocolate brown eyes were a brilliant shade for his slightly tanned skin. His lips were nicely and correctly plumped and every part of his face was in proportion. He had also realized his sexuality, and had furthermore changed his status as single and bi.

There was no surprise if he had compliments on a daily. But it was exhausting and monotonous. He wanted to be complimented on something other than his appearance. The wisps of excitement had turned into a ephemeral as he had soon grasped at the thought of the dangers of walking through a alleyway that he had came across. Alone.

He bit his lip anxiously and cautiously looked behind him. The alleyways had always been the home of nightmares, and Ryan acknowledged the thought. He gripped his bag and huffed a jagged breath, casting a circular light smoke of cold air in the falling ethereal.

He decided to overcome his anxiety swirling through his tensing muscles and make his way through the dark, slightly damp alleyways. The rank smell penetrating out of the dark walks was almost unbearable for Ryan's nostrils but he kept his composure. Treading carefully, he progressed through, and for the most part, everything was okay. Until an overcasting shadow shaded the narrow exit.

A wave of trepidation washed down Ryan's body in an instant as anxious thoughts began to process in his brain. He was overthinking this, but of course, the everlasting fear of dying, or thanatophobia, had succumbed his mind entirely, but Ryan continued to walk, challenging his fear.

As the person became clearer to identify, Ryan had realized that it was a person who was a couple inches shorter than him, with dark hair which was covered by the large hoodie owned by a long black Parka. The person hadn't noticed Ryan, which Ryan deemed good. The anxiety gradually died down once he knew that the person was an unlikely candidate to attempt to stab an innocent bystander. Like himself.

"What is a guy like you doing in a place like this?" Asked the low hoarse voice owned by the raven haired guy. Ryan slightly jumped, shocked that the stranger had realized that he was there. He had realized that the persons eyes was boring into his, which made him more uncomfortable.

"I was o-on my way home" Ryan replied, stuttering with a slight fear. The cold air brushed through his hair and as both of their silences was starting to become eerily startling, Rhys decided to clear his throat and continued walking.
"Wait" commanded the stranger. Ryan stopped instantly and turned around looking expectantly at the stranger.

"Do you mind being friends?" He asked. Ryan was surprised that the person had asked that, but he could tell he wasn't kidding with all the sincerity he had in his tone. He hesitated for one deathly moment, trying to conjure up an answer that would most likely make sense. He had also noticed that the guys voice sounded more vulnerable than before. Somehow, it made Ryan want to smile.

"No" he answers. The person made a sound of approval and looked away. Ryan could tell the coloring of his newly profound friend's cheeks that he was blushing. The warmth of his previous, pale face really brought up his good looking features. Like his glassy, hazel eyes and small mole's on his face.

But soon, the blush had disappeared and he had transitioned to his porcelain skin and dark features. He even seemed to have dark circles around his eyes. Ryan didn't understand his sudden change of mood and the fact that he had suddenly agreed to creating a friendship with a person whom he had no clue of his name.

"You can leave now" he said, his voice back to its hoarseness and somewhat rude tone. Ryan hesitated for second but strolled out, into the stale light of the outside. Luckily enough, his home wasn't too far from this short cut, and so he strolled along the pathway, through the rows of aesthetically pleasing peonies and geraniums, which surprisingly still alive, surging through two seasons of nothing but coldness. Whatever his mother put on these flowers, it surely preserved them.

He unlocked the door owned by the medium sized house, and entered in, dropping his bag beside the pot of flowers placed a couple inches away from the door from the inside. The wave of warm heat hit his face as he closed the door from behind him. His sister, Leone was inside, currently watching tv judging by the loud, obnoxious bickering coming from the living room which couldn't have belonged to anything but the tv.

He went upstairs into his room. His room had a black theme to it, and being the aesthete he was, always made sure it looked the best it could be, art wise of course. His aesthete trait was hereditary and although he would never admit to it, he seemed to be the only one who was really bad at creating it.

His mother was a florist and his sister was a college student studying photography. He didn't know what his dad was, because he was never around now, and his step brother was into performing arts. He, however had not even decided yet what he was really keen on, but he definitely didn't think of art being one of them.

Ryan striped down to a pair of sweatpants and some old t-shirt and made his way downstairs. His family was a very messed up one, but it wasn't something that bothered him. His dad's wife, which is not his biological mom, used to be his lover before he met Rhys mom and had given birth to his step brother Eric. Then his dad moved out  with Rhys mom and since they didn't have any money at the time and both of their parents didn't agree to their relationship, they couldn't afford a wedding.

But they eventually broke up, even though his mom was raising a child and had one, which was Ryan in her tummy still developing by that time and went back to stay with his previous lover. They married.

Occasionally, his stepmom and stepbrother went to go visit them. Complicated, but that was the intention for broken up parents and step families. But they all got on pretty well, and both of his moms shared an interest in trying out meticulous and crazy new recipes. Ryan let his hand glide through his brown bundles of hair which created a space wisps of hair to make an escapade through the space between his hand.

He glanced at the homework laid on his dark, mahogany desk but decided to take a disregard to it, as it was due in three days time. But what he had taken an regard to, was the fact that he hadn't even gotten to know the boy in the alleyway's name.

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