How Far Are You Willing to Go?

Chapter 1- Social Interaction

My name is James Reid, I’m a 16 year old kid and I really like math. Oh yeah, did I mention I was dead? Yeahhhh that kinda puts a dent in my love life, but nonetheless as dead as I am, I’m in love with a kid named Ryan Mariano. Of course he doesn’t know I exist because well, I’m dead. We knew each other as young kids, but after he moved away we lost touch. He did move all the way to California after all. So here I was sitting in none other than the state of nothing but corn while my best friend was sitting on a beach just waiting to fall in love with some chick that wears a bikini two sizes too small that shows way too much of her ass. Now I’m pretty sure you’re thinking, “Wait didn’t you say your name was James, aren’t you a dude?” The answer to your question is yes, I do have the male genitalia. I am a dead homosexual that is in love with his childhood best friend that doesn’t even remember him. What a life right? Or I guess I should say “what an afterlife.” Ha, I might be dead but I’ve got some lively humor. To answer your current thought, yes I was also this lame when I was alive.

Most dead people have this metal death story, I however have probably the most boring one ever. I, the introverted hermit, decided I was gonna go to a party because I got the ‘you’re in the second half of the best four years of your life, make the most of it’ speech from my parents. They wanted me to go out and make new friends so I thought hey my neighbor is going so why not go with, this will work. Little did I know some idiot was gonna get hella drunk and hit us with his car as we pulled out. Well there you have it, my tragic backstory. Instead of the metal I fucked a cactus story I get the ‘you went outside and socialized and now you’re dead’ story. Parents always tell their kids “it won’t kill you to socialize.” Well, I’m not so living proof that socialization can kill you.

Now I just sit around watching everything. My favorite thing to do is to go to California and watch Ryan. Creepy, I know but he’s just so perfect. Those ice blue beautiful eyes that are so bright they literally twinkle, that soft blond hair that’s always a mess in the mornings but always ends up perfect before he starts his day, that jawline that makes you literally pop a boner by just looking at it, his chiseled chest, his long legs, and beautiful smile. Damn I’m gay. Can you really blame me? That boy could make a ruler gay. I love to watch him study, he’s all alone just reading and going over the same thing over and over again. He’s obsessive when it comes to school, so concentrated. He bites his lip when he concentrates too hard, it’s so cute when he accidentally draws blood. He just gets this ‘wow I need a life’ face and laughs, God that laugh. Have you ever heard of Whitney Houston or Celine Dion? Imagine them singing a duet together with a choir of a billion angels singing backup and multiply it by infinity and you’ll only begin to understand just how beautiful that laugh is. My only peace is that he’s more interested in school than he is in girls. In the past six months that I’ve been stalking him from the afterlife he hasn’t dated anyone, and I prefer not think about the girls he dated before then. Now that I’ve explained my situation, let’s press play and give you an insight to just how pathetic I really am.