Glowing

No way in the deepest, darkest, parts of the internet will I ever love you.

I woke up the next morning cold and extremely tired. Glancing down the length of my blue Star Wars sheets, I noticed my comforter had somehow fallen to the floor. Knowing how I tend to roll alot in my sleep It didn't really come as much of a surprise. Sitting up I rubbed my hands over my arms in an attempt to warm them and streached, a loud yawn erupting from my throut.

I placed my hands on my knees and looked at my surroundings. Posters upon posters of Star Trek and Doctor who littered the walls, along with several of my  boring notes of Trigonometry and fan art of the Avengers.  I stared proudly over the small  mahogany  desk  at my  Lego version of the Death Star, remembering how many  days I had spent trying to build it just right.  I touched my feet to the cold wooden floor and shuddered as the chill ran up my legs. Glancing at the digital alarm clock on my  nightstand I noticed I had woken up before my  alarm again. It was set to go off at six  O'clock, but I always woke up around five thirty anyways. 

I hoisted myself up and shuffled tiredly to my bathroom, more stickers and photo's were stuck to the mirror. Grabbing my  green, Loki toothbrush I wet it, applied some toothpaste and brushed my teeth. My eyes wandered about the small, blue painted walls of the bathroom as I scrubbed away with the brush, finally spitting the minty foam into the sink. I grabbed the cloth from the towel rack and ran it under hot water, cursing as it became too hot and scalded my  hand. 

Pressing the hot cloth to my  skin really woke me up though. I rubbed it over my entire face before looking back up at the mirror. My hazel eyes were brighter than usual for some reason, and my dark ebony hair stuck up at odd angles from were the cloth had wet it. Sometimes I got called edgy or emo for the way I looked but at least I didn't try to act like I was a character of My Immortal. I wasn't all that bad looking I guess. I mean, I was just as normal as any other guy...right? I barely had any acne and my face had a sort of childish look, but it's not like I weighed four hundred pounds or was overly bone showing skinny. I was....average.

Grabbing my thick rimmed glasses I shoved them onto my face, smiling as my vison came back clearly. It wasn't that terrible either, the only real reason I wore them was because...well...Okay let's face it my  vision is crap. I can't see a foot away without them. Maybe I should just get contacts...

A loud beeping sound caused me to jump, banging my arm off the sink as I did so. My alarm was screeching widly in a reminder to get up. 

"Yeah, Yeah I'm up already!" I mumbled as I walked over and jabbed the off button with my finger.

I picked up my clothes off the top of the tall oak dresser (I always remembered to pick them out the night before, just for convenience), quickly  stripping and pulling on my  clothes. They consisted of the normal attire, a light dress shirt and jeans with a plain leather belt.

I trudged out of my room, quietly shutting the door behind me. Adjusting my shirt again, I walked down the cold hardwood stairs of my house and around the corner into the kitchen. I pulled out a box of Lucky Charms and poured myself a bowl, sitting down with a spoon to eat my breakfast. I Pulled my laptop across the table and logged on to my Tumblr. I scrolled through the bunch of random fandom posts, and a few funny text posts, but one picture caught my attention. It was of a Freckled kid with brown hair wearing what seemed to be a military uniform. He was watching another boy, one with light coloured, undercut hair who seemed to be agitated, and quite frankly didn't look to be the nicest. Both teens wore similar Uniforms, the more aggressive looking one was knelt at a grave while the freckled boy was hugging him. That's when I noticed the freckled boy was transparent. He was dead, and he was comforting his lover who had come to his grave.

Then I remembered. Yesterday. The locker room. When Damien had cornered me and our chests had... 

I let out a groan, picking up the bowl and dumping it in the sink. I suddenly wasn't very hungry anymore. Looking out the window I noticed the sun had just poked over the top of my neighbor, Mrs. Harrison's house. I smacked my head with my hand.