No Homo

07

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"Hey, Liam!" I call out across the school hallway to gain the small boys attention. He's currently sitting on the floor, leaning against some lockers, reading a thick book that seemed boring as hell. He quickly looks up from his book and I can't help but take in his beauty. A small blush quickly fills my tanned face as I realize how good he fucking looks.

An olive green Nike sweater, that's obviously way too big for him, hangs loosely on his small body. The sleeves were a bit too long and they slightly cover his small hands. A light gray t-shirt can be seen sticking out underneath, near the collar. Light washed jeans, that were as always, cuffed at the bottom, are held up by a small black belt. White socks cover the bare skin between the bottom of his jeans and his black converse. His long, wavy black hair falls in front of his beautiful gray eyes. His soft, pale skin is filled with a tint of pink around his nose. He sent a quick smile before closing his book and standing up.

Quickly I walked over to him and I can't help but notice the fear that ignited in his eyes as he looked around nervously.

"What's wrong-" I was quickly cut off when he grabbed my hand and began pulling me down the hallway.

His grip was a lot tighter than I ever thought it would be for such a small boy. I continue to complain, begging for him to let go of my arm, but nothing seems to work. He swiftly pulls me into a dark room that lit with a bright, white light when we entered.

He stood in front of me and he looked down at the ground with his beautiful gray orbs, his long hair covering most of his face.

Something inside me changed and I could feel my heart begin to speed up. My stomach feels like it's been twisted in a knot and I feel this sudden need to throw up. My entire body begins to shake and I can't help but look down at my shaky hand. What's happening?

Slowly I take my shaky hand and bring it up to Liam's soft chin. Just feeling his smooth skin sends shivers throughout my entire body.

"Liam," my voice is nothing but a whisper. I feel like all the air has been taken from my lungs and it's all being given to the small boy in front of me, who's breathing has become rather heavy.

 I want to kiss him. Would it be wrong to kiss him? I'm not gay, but right now all I want to do is feel the softness of his lips against mine. I want to hold his small body as our lips are molded together. 

"I don't want you to talk to me when we're in school." His voice is soft and it feels like everything he ever says is always something positive. It took a minute for what he actually said to sink in. I don't know why, but anger filled inside of me. I couldn't help but feel mad. I want to be friends with him, I want him to like me. I took a deep breath before I do anything I regret. The last thing I want to do is snap at Liam, a boy who already seems so fragile. 

"When people, or rather your friends, see you talking to me, they don't exactly like the idea of me and you being friends." His voice was soft as normal, but this time it was a bit unsteady. His voice quivered and I felt my heart break slightly. I haven't known this boy for long, but the fear in his voice absolutely breaks me. 

"What do you mean?" I ask, taking a small gulp. 

I feel like I'm drowning. Like the water is melting my skin off and slowly the liquid is filling my lungs. I look at the small boy in front of me and notice everything about him. Every movement he makes, every small action he takes. I watch as he nervously tugs on the bottom hem of his shirt and how he gently chews his bottom lip. 

I tend to do things without thinking. Some may call it acting on impulse, but I call it doing what I want before I have a chance to change my mind. People say that its reckless behavior, but what's so bad about acting on your emotions? This is one of those times. One of the many times I act without thinking.