Habits Of My Heart [boyxboy]

chapter 1

reposting!!

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I don't get how it's okay for some people to be so fucking stupid. And I still don't get how it's not okay for me to inform them.

Here I am, sitting down in Chemistry, high off my fucking brains. But hey, it's Friday, so I have an excuse.

I'm just alone, staring off into space, smelling a bunch of different colors at once... tripping balls. But Anthony is a fucking idiot because... well, because he's just a fucking idiot obviously, and he decides to not so discretely ask me the stupidest question of mankind.

"Wes dude, what are you on?"

I swear, at least five different people turn around, looking at us. I'm about to lift up my hand and smack the shit out of him until Bauti, one of my best friends, nudges my arm.

"Wes, just calm it, yeah?"

I roll my eyes. Bauti and his fucking conspiracy shit man. He's all 'world peace' and 'equality for all' and all that fucking bullshit. Then there's fucking Skip and his retarded ass. I fucking swear man, Skip needs Jesus in his life or something. That guy can't tell the difference between a circle and a square.

How have I been best friends with these two idiots since like the second grade?

There's Bauti, the hippy. Skip, the natural blonde, and then me... Wes Crawford... who the fuck am I?

Well, I guess we fit together somehow. Our differences make us whole... in a weird way.

Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without them. Yeah, they're fucking idiots, but I'd rather have two idiots who I love by my side than be all alone.

Bauti and Skip are really the only people I have, I have to get fucking real. My dad literally couldn't care less, and I haven't seen my mom in like fourteen years. Life's a bitch, but I'm playing the role that was meant for me and I'm playing it pretty fucking good, if I do say so myself.

I feel a tap on my back and I don't even have to turn around to know it's Skip.

"Ohh, may I say how fine Sollie Days looks to-"

I don't let the idiot finish because I'm already punching his arm. He winces like the little bitch he is and pouts. I just roll my eyes.

But still, I can't help but look at him. There he is, sitting alone in a table, writing down notes from the board onto his notebook. You could say Sollie's an outsider, but that would be an understatement. Guy doesn't talk to anyone and he never even looks people in the eyes. All he does is come to school, pay attention and occasionally answer teacher's questions.

If I could explain to you how many times I've tried talking to that guy, I'd be fucking thirty. He just stutters nervously, gives me a weak smile and walks away.

And god, he's so fucking cute when he does that shit. I've liked this kid for what, a year now? And I still haven't made a move. It's not even that I'm scared, he just seems so sensible and different than any guy I've ever talked to, it's hard to even muster up a conversation with that kid, if he even does bother talking to you.

I'm a junior and he's a sophomore, but he's in nearly all my classes due to him being in advanced. I usually hate smart people, but he's an exception. How can you resist those puppy dog eyes? And that adorable, wavyish hair? God, and that fucking nervous smile he does, I might get a hard on just thinking about it.

"Dude, you're staring." I hear Bauti whisper to me. I force myself to look away and pretend to be really entertained on the book in front of me.

Sollie's just too much for me. We're way too different and I don't even know how I started liking the kid, in all honesty.