I’m sitting bored out of my mind in my Freshmen English class, it’s the first day of school, and I already hate everyone I’ve met. This blows. The bell rings, thank god! Finally I can get to the class I’ve been waiting for all day. Art, I love art, I’ve tried many styles, but the one I love most is painting. Watching my vision come to life on the canvas, to me is the best feeling in the world. I make my way through the hallway, as I said before, I hate all these people, oh wait there’s one I like. I wave at my friend Kelly; she smiles from behind her camera and snaps a picture of me. Kelly and I met when we were little, she was my next-door neighbor, we were inseparable, mine and her parents always joked that we were boyfriend and girlfriend. But now things are different. She’s a Sophomore I’m a Freshmen, she’s in all the advanced classes, I’m in the normal ones, she currently single, I’m gay. But I’m not “out”, my father would definitely disown me if he found out I like men. Finally I make it to art, I find a nice stool to sit on. Which is damn near impossible, obviously this department doesn’t get much funding, but I make do. I’m just about to unload my supplies, when he walks in. he’s tall, he’s tan, he’s sexy, he’s fabulous, he has jet-black hair spiked up in every single direction, I trace his body, he’s wearing a peculiar outfit, a blue a white horizontal striped shirt, with a navy blue blazer, which has a little golden anchor embodied into it, he also has on pants, matching the color of the blazer, that come up to his ankles. And for shoes he has two slip on tan sandals which seems to squeak as he moves, wait moves. Shit he’s walking towards me, he stands over my desk and leans over to speak.
“E 'questo posto?” he almost shouts.
Italian did this boy just speak Italian, “Huh?”
“Ei, forgot, sorrary!” he replies.
“I’mah Steel Gettin ousa do dis coauntry” he continues with a smile.
The accent, oh my god he will be mine!
“May Ei seta down?” He ask, staring into my eyes, there dark brown, finally snaping out of my trance and realizing what he said.
“Oh yes of course, please sit!” I manage to peep out.
He plops down next to me and extends his hand in my direction.
“ I’mah Fabio, Fabio Ferrari!”
“ Ferrari?” I ask.
“Not, ma reyal neem of course, but ei like et!” he looks over towards a window then back at me.
“und you?”
“Oh!” I bark, realizing I’m being very rude. “I’m Ze-Zeke” his left eye brow twitches above his eye “Bernstein!” I breath, he claps his hand and nudges me in the side
“Meraviglioso, Tu sei il mio nuovo migliore amico in questa classe! Va bene?”
I have no idea what he said, but HOT DAMN. It was sexy!
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The Artists
Genç KurguAn Actor, An Actress, A Painter, A Dancer, A Filmmaker, A Singer, A Photographer, A Writer, A Poet, A Rocker, And a Model. these are the members, of the elite club, known as The Artists, they meet once a month at numerous locations to tal...
