Cliché

9:Yuki

I woke up. It was a Saturday, so no school. But it was also 4:20 in the afternoon, I yawned and stretched. And slowly got out of bed to get dressed.

No, I don't sleep naked, so shut up. I usually just wear basketball shorts or sweatpants to bed. No shirt though, they make me get all hot and sweaty, ew.

After throwing on a random t-shirt and some jeans (and yes, of course, my bright yellow raincoat and rainboots) I made my way downstairs to get my mail.

"G'Afternoon Yuki!" It was Gryffin, a relatively attractive male sparkly blue eyes and dirty blonde hair from my college. We have apartments close to each other but never really talk.

"Oh! H-H-Hi Gryffin..." I slid past him to get my mail, inside was the usual stuff. Bills, ads, letters from mama and papa, and... A manilla envelope with a pink ribbon. I caught Gryffin staring at the envelope, "What's that?" he asked.

"N-Nothing..." I said and tried to slip past him again.

"It doesn't look like nothing." He was following me up the stairs now, his own mail in hand.

"I..."

"Are you gay?"

Oh god what?

"Um... I... Y-Yeah..?" My stutter is very noticeable and I'm dying inside

"Cool, my brother's gay too."

"C-Cool...?"

After a very long and awkward walk up the stairs, I reached my apartment and quickly went inside tossing my pile of mail onto my coffee table except for the manilla envelope.

I sat down on my couch and opened it, inside was a little note which read:

Yuki,

As you know, I was accepted into a very prestigious display of artwork in Tokyo. One of the pieces I had submitted they allowed me to send to you.

I will see you tomorrow and we shall discuss, I love you.

-Yang

There was a piece of thick drawing paper inside as well, I pulled it out and gasped.

It was a drawing of me and Yang kissing, the title card said

'Loveisloveisloveislove

Yang T. Kawashima Watercolour and ink'

I felt my face heat up, h.. Did he draw this? The detail was absolutely astounding, don't get me wrong, but the detail made it that much more sensual. Yang had talent, and as my old teachers would say 'undiscovered potential'.

Hopeless Romantic.