The Boy in the Garden

A new town.

Spring the most down right depressing season there is... I love it.

My name is Jackson. I just moved to California from Alabama and I already hate it. I got forced to move here because my dumbass of a father thinks that watching porn at work is a smart idea. So one midlife crisis later here we are.

One thing you should probably know about me is that I'm gay. I don't really talk about it much because of bullying issues, but I'm not closeted. I don't mind talking about it, except when homophobes are around.

Alright so on to my story. It's my first day into California, and it's raining. I thought California was supposed to be all sunshine and happiness? What the hell is this? "Mom do I have to get out of this car?" She looks at me and says, "Get out of the damn car. You love the rain." I snap back, "Yeah I love the rain, but it doesn't mean I love it here." I get out of the car and feel the water run down my warm body. I stand there for a couple of minutes. Then I go on in to the new house, where all my stuff is already unpacked.

I go up into my room on the second floor. And lay down on my bed in my wet clothes. I look down at my phone in my hand. Three text messages from Jessica. I love her, but why does she have to text me so quickly? It has been ten minutes since I responded last time. I didn't die. I texted her back telling her I loved her and that I would text her later.

I went downstairs to go outside for a walk. "Hey mom I'm leaving for a walk. I'll be home for dinner." I step outside in the rain and start walking. I love everything about the rain. The smell, the taste, the feeling, and especially the sound. I start walking down the street and start taking in the sights of my new neighborhood.

One in particular catches my eye. A forest. I immediately walk in that direction. I love the woods and the rain. It's like a get away from the actual world. I start walking into the woods for a little while, just passing time, and then the rain stops. I was just about to stop and turn around when I see a beautiful garden. With flowers of all different colors and shapes. Violets, blues, reds, and pinks pop up all around me. I can't help it. I have to smell every single one of them. Then BAM. I run smack dab in the middle of something.

"Sorry, I didn't see you there, I say without looking up." I feel a firm, callused hand grab mine and help me up. "It's okay just make sure you watch out for me next time, I mean look at me. I'm pretty damn hot." I look up and see a beautiful boy with dark brown, curly hair, blue green eyes, and a smile that kills you inside. "My name's Russle, nice to meet you. Who are you?" I stare for a second to long, that he looks concerned. "My name's Jackson. Nice to meet you."