He was on his way home. Well it wasn't really his home it was just a house where he lived, his home was there where the boy was. He was twisted all over the backseat of his mother's car. Even though he had a really tough time lately he was smiling. He was thinking about the boy, about hugging him, seeing him, smelling him, oh he wishes to kiss him so badly! But he is nothing in life of this tall, thin and nice boy. He couldn't look into his eyes because if he would look at those brown, shining and deep beautiful eyes, he would drown in them. He would fall deeper in love with him.
