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Max⬆
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Joy⬆
I do not own these pictures, I got them off Pinterest. Credits to the original artists. These just gave me inspiration for the characters.
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"Garbage." The bulky teen spat at the boy that laid on the ground curled into a ball. He tried not to cry, not to shed a tear, he couldn't show how much it hurt him.
His name was Max.
For Max, it became an everyday thing to be found on the stinky school bathroom tiles laying in a fetal position.
See, in his school, which is an all boys one, it's good when you're tough and snarky, when you look like you'd imagine an ideal man, as in male, to look like. When you don't show any other emotion other than anger and rage. When it's "cool" to talk back at teachers, or anyone for that matter.
Max was an outcast. He didn't fit in with them. He wasn't a picture perfect man image, he wasn't like them. He was himself. Even though he lived painfully for 2 years already, he wouldn't change himself for them. That was the only thing left that was truly his. They took everything else. And by everything, everything. Including his innocence.
Most of the boys weren't homophobic, they didn't even know that Max was gay, they just had a problem with the way Max presented himself, even though he had done nothing but stay away from them.
The boys were lonely and they found a perfect target to play with. To satisfy themselves with. Max being the weakling he was, he couldn't put much of a fight. Even though he fought and fought until the last drop of energy was soaked out of him.
After that time, Max wasn't stupid so he told the principal. He didn't do much. Him being a man himself, he didn't get it. He didn't understand. So, in hopes he would make Max be quiet about it and shut up, he gave a week's worth of suspension for the gang of animals that did that to Max.
That only helped the animals to hate Max more. Therefore torturing him more.
Max was always alone, through all of it. Until...one day.
It was near the end of the second year of high school when it was announced that a new student would be joining them.
As it was a tradition for every new student, so it was for this one. As soon as he would step through the front door of the school he would get hit with every piece of food the boys would find.
They got a surprise this time.
Max stood at the side and watched as the new boy stepped in, but he was not seen due to the open umbrella in front of him.
So when the food went flying, it all hit the umbrella and not the boy.
Max smiled at himself as he saw the scene unfold before his eyes.
Everyone in the school stopped and stared with faces of pure shock. They had never experienced something like this.
The new boy didn't walk forward, only stood with the umbrella like it was but he spoke.
"I plan on passing through with not a piece of food on me. Otherwise..." He spoke in a deep voice and he left the sentence hanging.
He started walking and no one did anything. They let him pass, moved to the sides for him to pass by and as his back was turned to everyone and his face hidden from the umbrella, it could only be seen that the boy was small. His petite figure moved confidently across the hall as his luggage was being dragged behind.
Whispers filled the school but for some reason no one did anything. They stayed quiet and didn't bother the new boy.
Everyone scattered around into their dorm rooms as soon as the new boy entered his. Which was also Max's.
As Max followed the new boy into their room, he couldn't see the boy inside.
He got startled when he came out of the bathroom and with a soft and soothing voice, unlike earlier, said a simple, "Hi."
Max blushed profusely when he saw just how beautiful the boy was. He was everything but your perfect man image. He was more, at least for Max.
The first thing Max noticed were his greyish-blue eyes that twinkled under the white lighting in the room and the amazing eye-shadow that covered his eyelids, even the eyeliner, and just above his bangs covered his forehead, a dark green, almost black colored hair that looked just like a nicely styled mop on top of his head. As Max went back to his face, his milky white skin and redness covering his cheeks, his full lips, parted slightly, he gulped from the awe he was in.
And just from first sight.
He knew this wasn't love, he didn't believe in love at first sight, but he believed that you could be very attracted and fascinated by someone from first sight.
Like he was now.
"Hi." Max said back after almost a minute of silence.
"I'm Joy." The new boy, that now Max knew as Joy, offered his hand for Max to shake.
Max reached out, his palms now sweaty from the anxiety that filled him.
He hasn't met anyone properly in a long time and he didn't do well in any social situation. He was more of the antisocial type.
"I-I'm Max." He stuttered, not even knowing he would do so.
"I hope I didn't scare you out there. But you know, I had to make them afraid from me." Joy smiled and the two adorable dimples appeared. Max's heart thumped so hard he could feel it in his ears.
"H-how did y-you know that they'd welcome you l-like that?" Max asked, very curious.
"I knew about this school previously. And about it's reputation. Old friends." Joy answered as he walked behind Max to sit on his bed.
"I-if you don't mind me asking, why are you h-here?" Max asked again, but this would be the last question, he wouldn't want to scare Joy off.
"My parents hate me. Simple as that." Joy scoffed. "I went to a good school before I told them I was gay and I showed them my makeup collection." He looked at the side and shook his head in disbelief. "They're extremely religious, but it doesn't give them the right to push me into their beliefs too. Or to basically disown me for not being their form of normal." Max sat down next to Joy. "I mean, what is normal these days? People are different and everything is normal. But sadly, there are still people like my parents. They're still stuck in their little box, not broadening their knowledge of the world." Max was surprised Joy opened up this much. They only met a few minutes ago.
"I understand. And I agree with you. Heck, here in this school I'm considered weird. And look at me," Max pointed to himself, "I look like a normal teenager."
"Why would they think that?!" Joy was equally surprised.
"I think it has something to do with their image of a normal guy. I'm a little scrawny and awkward but I think they see much more wrong with that than me." Joy now looked at Max with sympathy.
"Don't worry. You're weird, I'm weird, we can be weird together. But we'll make that our normal." Joy said as he put his hand on top of Max's.
After 2 years of loneliness, Max felt like he had a friend and wasn't alone.
************************************ To be continued...
