Chapter 2

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Michael's POV
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I walked into class at exactly 7:30. I was never late and never missed class. Ms. Romano approached me. "Michael! We have a new student and I'd like you to show him around, if you don't mind. His name is Noah Durrett." I smiled. "I'd love to , Ms. Romano."

The quiet boy with dark black hair like a raven and chocolate brown eyes was doodling in a notebook in the back, towards my seat. I walked up to him. "Hi. You're Noah?"

TIMESKIP TO LUNCH
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I couldn't believe the cute new boy called me cute. Even if it was an accident.. I still blushed. Nobody knew me, the semi-popular and nice kid was gay. And I preferred it this way. My parents could never find out. They'd kill me.
Take me to church and preach to me.
Tell everybody.

So I just had to live this lie until it got better.

The thing was, I was sick.

And I wasn't getting better.

But I was fine, it was just the flu.

TIMESKIP TO .. TIME TO LEAVE
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I walked up to my seat on the bus (it was the one in the very back. I'm actually very shy and liked to be alone). As I went to plop down I noticed beautiful boy Noah was sitting in my seat.

"Noah! Hi!"
He scrambled to sit up and pull his drawing close to his chest. "I'm sorry Michael I didn't know this seat was taken and-" I cut him off. "It's okay. Nobody sits with me so if you want to then that's fine." He blushed a little.. Man, he was cute.
No.

"Y-Yeah that's cool." I slid into the seat and glanced over at his notebook. "What're you drawing?" He looked startled. "Oh! Nothing.. It's nothing just .. practicing shading." I nodded, though I definitely didn't believe him. I pulled my phone out and untangled my earbuds. "What kind of music you listen to?" I asked curiously. "Oh um .. just .. whatever I like I guess .. twenty one pilots, Fall Out Boy.. that kind of stuff."

I smiled. "I like them too! Wanna listen with me?" I offered him a bud. "Oh yeah okay."

And that's how the cute new boy ended up leaned against me, eyes lit up, listening to his favourite song, Migraine.

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