1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Stranded (76)

Word count: 3513

I woke up coughing up the bitter sea water in as my lungs burned in pain and the night came back to me in waves.

The storm the waves then the sea.

My boat had capsized a month into my trip. I feel the heat and the salty air at my side as I just think.

I ran from them. My family, my friends, my life. I feel a tear fall down my face.

I never asked to be this way. I never asked to be born gay.

I didn't ask to this way. Different. Hated.

I sit up before looking around. There was the beach that lead to thick woods. I feel slightly panicked that I might be stuck in a cast away type of situation only I didn't watch 14 seasons of man vs wild and survival man for nothing.

Step one, collect materials and scout out you're area.

I think before getting up on unstable legs and stumbling into the woods. Only to see a massive house.

So much for survival guy. I think walking over to the mansion. So this much be some rich assholes private island. I think while walking.

They probably aren't here but I doubt I'd be able to brake in without the FBI coast guard and twenty attack dogs on my ass so I hope someone's home and keep walking.

When I make it to the front gate I hit the buzzer button and hope for the best.

Ben's POV

I nearly fall out of bed at the sudden buzzing from the front gate. Now I stay in a place where the local neighbors aren't just stopping off to drop off a pie.

I look at myself in the mirror seeing I looked as though I feel out of a tree and hit every branch on the way down but I still drag my way to the front door.

"Hello?" I say hitting the button.

"Oh hello, thank god, my boat capsized last night and uh I'm stranded." He says and I grown.

"What?" I say and the guy repeats.

"It was a storm, my boat capsized and I'm stranded here." He says and I let out a grown.

"Come in." I say before hitting the button and going to the bathroom.

I grab a brush and start attacking the mess of curly brown hair. I wash my face, brush my teeth and putting on a white shirt.

I then lug myself to the door. As the guy knocks on the door.

I open it and I'm hit in my chest by his looks.

His thick red hair was messy and damp but it still nice. His eyes are a light greenish gray and his nose and cheeks were covered in freckles.

He was wearing a black shirt that was stretched and wet, and cargo shorts too wet.

He was maybe five seven or five six. He looked young, really young.

All he was missing was the words 'your type' written on his forehead.

He looks kind of stunned when he sees me and I look away.

"Do you want to make a phone call or something?"

"I don't know, my boat was my home, I have no where to go now." He says.

"Family?" He seems saddened by this.

"They hate me." He says and I sigh before offering him a smile.

"Come on in." I say and he smiles before hugging me.