May We Meet Again (#WattPride Story)

In The Back of Class (Prologue)

This is a true story. Please, no hate. If you're homophobic, you don't have to read this. Just remember, everyone is equal, and we don't have to think the same to be that way. I hope you enjoy my own spin on my own love story.

Charlie's (My) POV

Here I was again, forced to sit through another boring presentation. I was in theater class, my fifth period, and was lazily twirling my fingers, carving shapes into the black painted wooden table I was occupying. Our first assignment for the year was to make an "About Me" slideshow. Of course, they were all pretty stereotypical, and I didn't pay attention. All I did was occupy my seat at the back of the class, and wait for lunch.

That was until I noticed the photo on one girl's "Favorite TV shows" Slide. Every number, one through five, was anime. Something I loved and had never really met anyone who loved it too.

"Black Butler," She called confidently, her voice unwavering as she spoke. "Durarara!!, Free! Iwatobi Swim Club, Yuri! On Ice, and Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid," She then finished her slide show. But I wasn't paying attention to her slides anymore. I was taking in every inch of her.

The same height as me, shoulder length wavy black hair, and brown eyes with the slightest bit of green circling the edge of the iris. Her right eye also seemed to be slightly lazy as well. She stood up there as if she knew that she wouldn't be messed with, and I guessed she was most likely into a martial art of some sort.

Strutting back to her seat, she looked at me. Our eyes locked, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. I wondered, would I get to know her? Would she be as interesting as she seems?

Later, I would know. That she would hold me up, shove me down, and keep me moving. Later, I knew that we would meet again.

This is so hard to write. First off, yes, my name is Charlie and no, it's not a boy name. Please, I hope you enjoy.