Blue Boy

Chapter 1

Since I have memory my mother loved to tell me about the romance novels she read or the romantic movies that where on television or in the cinema. She usually tells me about how the prince always saves the maiden in trouble, or how a beautiful woman can fall in love with a beast, among other stories.

If she only knew what goes through my head, and through my heart.

I have always believed that love is something so unique, so special and at the same time so confusing and so scary. Despite all that. I fell in love, I fell in love in such an inexplicable and terrifying way, that it has managed to consume me. I don't know if what I feel is real love, but how am I supposed to know? I had never felt this way for another person in my life. And the confusion and feelings I have towards him only grew over the years.

Many would say that it is not so complicated, that him being my best friend does not matter. In many books, best friends end up together. But if they knew my situation they would understand. I have known him for a while, for my whole life actually. Our mothers were neighbors growing up, so he used to go to my house and knock my door so that we could go out and play, he did that every single year till we were about 12.

We have a really strong bond, not just like a best friend bond, like sibling's bond. We have been through so many things together that I don't see him as a best friend anymore, I see him as a part of me. I guess I never knew that I had feelings for him till we started elementary school. I could see that tons of girls were attracted to him. And at the beginning I didn't get why "He isn't that cute" I used to say, but even when I said that, I still felt a weird feeling as if I didn't want anyone to get closer to him, then I found out that it was jealousy. And trust me, jealousy can destroy you in a blink of an eye.

I am not gonna lie here, it just got more difficult and more difficult from that point. Me accepting that I had feelings for him was devastating, the worst thing is that I never realize what I was getting myself into...

"Are you awake?" I hear some knocks at my door and I grab my books and toss them into my back "Yes! I'm going to be downstairs in a minute" I grab my hoodie and my cellphone and run downstairs. I say a quick hi to my mom and I wait on the porch for him. I look at the hour and see that we are already running late. Where is he? And as if destiny just gave me the answer I see his car arriving to my house. And I looked at him. With his perfect green eyes, his pale skin, his brown hair and his tiny nose. He is just absolutely perfect.

You may be wondering, why don't I just tell him that I like him? It works in romance novels and movies. But here is the thing "Hi Dylan"

He is a guy and "Come on Thomas get in"

And I am a guy too.