Boyxboy One Shots[Taking requests]

Unwanted Soul Mate

I stared at all the lovey-dovey couples around the room and nearly barfed. They all had something to show that they had a significant other. Hair dyed the same color, bracelets, rings, necklaces. It completely disgusted me, but to be honest, I wanted my own soul mate. Whenever someone finds there soul mate, their chests start to glow. I a beautiful yet horrifying sight. You never know who it's gonna be. It could be your best friend, or the person you hate the most.

The bell rang and I sluggishly grabbed my bag from under my desk. Everyone joked around with friends as they walked out the door, or held hands with their partner. And the most horrifying thing about this soul mate thing is that they're all straight couples. One boy, one girl. I think I'm the only gay kid in school. It's scary. I shuffled out the door, heading towards the art room, happy to spend my free hour drawing.

Halfway down the stairs, someone pushed me, I tripped and probable bruised the other half of my body on the way down. My head smacked into the wall, my entire body throbbing. My eyes opened and I saw the one who pushed me. Tom, the 'top dog' of the school. I rubbed the back of my head, my glasses had gotten knocked off in the fall and now I couldn't see anything clearly. My other hand searched around me for them hopelessly.

"Sup, Al. Your not trying to get away, are you?" He questioned in a sickly-sweet tone. Just the thought of him made me cringe. All hopes of keeping this pair of glasses for at least a month shattered whe I heard them crack. "Oops," he stated innocently, "there goes another pair. That's the third pair this semester, isn't it." That was more of a statement than a question.

Tom kneeled down to my height, from what I can't tell, and grabbed my chin in his hands. "Answer me when I'm talking to you, nerd." He slammed my head into the wall. Black dots danced around my vision. "Answer."

"Yea, it is." I say quietly.

"Good. Now I have to get to class. Bye freak." With that he walked back up the stairs and disappeared around the corner. I sighed and scooped my shattered glasses into my palm, dumping the shards into a pocket in my backpack. I used the walls as support as I stood up, trying to get to the art room. I don't need to see to draw.

I stumbled down the last flight of stairs and into the mostly abandoned art room, crashing into a chair. The wonderful art teacher, Ms. Rhode rushed over to me. "Oh my god, Alex! Did he do this again?" I nodded and winced, the throbbing I my head intensifying. "You're going to have to report this sooner or later, Al."

"I choose the latter. Besides, I heal fairly quickly. Can you hand me my sketch book?" She walked over to the shelf and grabbed my special notebook, that I just keep here. She graciously opened it to my last page and handed it to me. I snatched a few colored pencils from my page and began to work on it again.

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The bell rang once I completed my final project for the semester. "Ms. Rhode, I finished!" I called. She stumbled through all the paper and supplies on the floor, making her way over to see it. She came and stood behind me and slipped my repaired glasses onto my face

"That's wonderful Alex! Would you mind if I blow this up and feature it for the art festival?" She squeezed my shoulders lightly. My head fell back to look at her slim figure.

"Of, course. You don't have to ask anymore, you know. I'm always gonna say yes. Just remember-"

"Yes, I know. Don't use your actual name, use Masquerade. Have I ever used your real name Alex?" Now get to your next class, you'll be late." She helped me stand up and half wobble, half walk to the door. I smiled at her.

"No you haven't. That's why you're the best teacher in the entire school, Ms. Rhode." She laughed slightly.

"I know. Now get to class boy. Shoo, shoo." Ms. Rhode lightly shoved me out of the door, not hard enough to hurt of make me fall though. I waved and headed off to gym. My least favorite class. Im very athletic and everything its just nobody wants me on their team and the teacher never assigns me a partner. So I'm alone the whole hour.

I stumble up the stairs, towards the guys locker room. I check and see if there's anyone in there still. I see nothing and here nobody. "Coast is clear." I whisper to reassure myself. Even though the room is empty I tiptoe to my locker and open it, trying to change as quickly as humanely possible. I get my pants changed and grab my shirt when I hear footsteps behind me.

I turn around and see the blurry, and unmistakable, figure of Tom. He smirks and walks closer. Once close enough he puts his right hand on my head and leans towards me, causing me to lean into my locker. I clutched at my shirt in my hands, willing him to leave without hurting me, but I know that'll never happen. He leaned even closer to me: thankfully not touching me, except for his hand.

"Sup, nerd." He said deviously. At this point I was ready to scream, but held it in. "Ready for another lesson??" Tom tilted his head to the left slightly. My chest started to throb, but I kept eye contact with Tom.

I noticed he was staring at my chest. I look down too. My chest is glowing "....What the-"

"...Huh?" I look at his chest and it starting to glow too. Tom is starting to blush, I am too.

"Y-Your chest it-" Tom stutters.

"Wait...NO--SHIT-" I say aloud.

"That mean we're--"

"AW HELL NO!!" We scream together and shrink away from one another. WHEN I ASKED FOR A SOUL MATE THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!!!

(I was I inspired by a picture I found on Ifunny. I really think it's too adorable to pass up the chance. If you want too see it the pic is up on my profile. Alive_Online. Thx if you read this.)