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Hot Stranger

Ryan's POV

I woke up with the most painful headache ever. Shit, everything hurts. I got up and as I walk into the bathroom I just scream:

"I' M SO... tired" that was so out of nowhere...

I started to hum Welcome To The Black Parade melody as I slowly walk into the bathroom and took my clothes off but something stopped me from doing so... in the mirror, I looked at my neck and it had some weird red-blacked spots... "wtf... my brain is so messed up". I decided to take a bath and then make my head work again and demystify all of that.

I got into the bathtub and took a bath that seemed to last forever. After finishing it I dried myself off and ran naked into my room.

I sighed and grabbed something to wear. A baggy red sweatshirt and some ripped black jeans. I walk downstairs and grab the book that I left there on the last day, I sit down on my couch and start to read it. It was about a girl that had the perfect boyfriend and the perfect life... "Ahrrrr", my problem wasn't the cliché part it was the fact that I couldn't relate to that. Like AT ALL.

I left the book on the couch and walked towards the kitchen. I wasn't hungry but everybody was asleep and I really needed to move my feet.

"Hey!" I jumped and turned back. There was a... man in front of me, he was older and had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen before. He was so... so handsome. Yeah if you hadn't noticed from all of that. I'm gay. Really gay. There was a guy I didn't know in my house and I was checking him out. So yeah, really gay and weird.

"Hmm, hello?" he said. I suddenly noticed that I had completely drifted away from the point: WHY THE HELL IS A STRANGER IN MY FUCK*NG HOUSE??!!! I looked better at him and he only had underwear on... - what the actual fuck. I was at the same time shook and weirdly calm. I should be freaking out a little bit more I guess.

"... D-do we know each other? why are you in my house? whats... going on?" I started backing away slowly.

And then he smiled, he just raised his chicks and eyes and showed his perfect teeth into the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. Me or anyone else... But that smile seemed kinda familiar somehow. Almost instantaneously flashbacks from the last night stormed into my head.

I stood still with my eyes wide open. I opened my mouth multiple times trying to say something but the words wouldn't come out. I touched my neck... those weren't wounds... they were fucking hickeys! He was still looking at me smiling like an innocent baby. The problem in this whole shit was exactly that, he wasn't a baby, he was older than me at least by 15 years, and even though I didn't really mind the age thing... Isn't it making out with a 17-year-old boy illegal especially if he's drunk?

"Shit..." I said, "did we?"

"No, if what you're asking is: Did we had sex? then the answer is no" he laughed a bit.

"Then?... What happened? Why are you here? I only remembered being in a party alone, drinking a lot, and then... you literally eating my neck" as I said this and understood what that meant, I noticed I had a small boner. Shit, not now...

"Okay let me refresh your memories. I saw you alone at that party and I asked you if you were ok, and while we talked you told me everything... about you being gay and what's going on with your parents, and even though you were pretty much waisted you were the cutest, hottest and most genuine boy I've ever met so I invited you for a small dance, we drank, we talked a lot, and after I knew it you asked me to your home and I should have never had accepted that but I was drunk as well soooo, after getting here we kissed a lot" He said looking at me with a genuine face who proved the whole story.

"That's a lot to take," My mouth said that but my mind was saying a completely different thing: OMG! OMFG!!! THIS CAN'T BE TRUE... THE MAN WHO WAS A STRANGER 10 MINUTES AGO, JUST TOLD ME HE LIKED ME... AND HE'S...HE'S..-

I couldn't end that thought because something moved upstairs. UPSTAIRS. MY PARENTS. FUCK. We both had the same face, and it wasn't a loving one.

"Do your parents-" he started. But I cut him off:

"know? No"I made a nervous smile at him.

"Then I better leave.." he was also looking deeply at me. Someone started walking down the stairs.

We woke up from staring at each other and rushed to the door and he quickly grabbed a pen from his pocket and grabbed my wrist as well. I didn't resist and just watched him write some numbers on it.Oh man, it's his number! I smiled.

"call me?" He asked as he, still looking at me, started to walk away. And I instinctively nodded.

"Do you know... that you only have your underwear on, right?" I said looking at his muscular body while he was walking towards his car half-naked.

"if you keep looking so intensely at my body I might melt" he laughed while squeezing his own butt," and don't worry cutie, I have some extra ones in my car.

the only word my brain could produce in that moment was a big - WOW. He was almost out of our garden when I realized one thing, what's his name...? So I screamed:

"Wait!! I didn't catch your name!"

He replied."Nathan! but I prefer Nate." he got into the car and drove away waving at me.

I just stood there. Was that a dream? I just couldn't stop thinking about him. About the cute man that came out of nowhere called Nathan.