Find My Way Back To You

3

He stares at his ceiling once again

With a hundred thoughts

"Maybe he knows who I am

Actually, probably not"

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Blaine was speechless. He stared right at the boy who he had been thinking about for days, who he thought he'd never see again. His eyes were exactly like the boy remembered. Maybe even more beautiful. Where he only managed to get one quick glance the first time they met, he now had the chance to examine the two different eyes better. He knew he only had a few seconds before it would start getting creepy, so he took in all he could.

Something was different this time. The other boy was smiling at him, so the skin around his eyes wrinkled for a bit. His eyes smiled together with his mouth, making a small light appear in them. Where a normal, heterosexual teen never would've noticed, Blaine felt butterflies rise in his stomach by the short flash of sparkle in the other boy's eyes. The feeling made him sick, but in some kind of way it felt wonderful at the same time.

To him, it felt like he was staring at the brightest star of the midnight sky. The one he would never miss to point out when he went star seeing with his father when he was little. The one star he would look at from the window next to his bed, hoping that it would grant all of his wishes, if only he prayed at it every night. The one star that he was always able to see at night, no matter how cloudy the sky was.

"Hi, I'm Chandler." The voice was smooth and kind of deep, but had a hint of softness in it. Blaine wondered who was talking until he realized it came out of the mouth of the boy he had been eyeing for a bit too long now. Chandler. He cleared his throat and waved back, trying to pull himself from the creepy gaze. "Oh, yeah, I-I'm Blaine." You stuttered. Of course you stuttered. Why wouldn't you?

"Is there something to see..?" It sounded more like a statement rather than a question. When Blaine started to examine the rest of Chandler's face, he noticed that the other boy looked slightly annoyed.
"No, no, nothing. I was just wondering if I have seen you before." Smooth. Usually he would've grinned when he lied, but somehow he managed to actually bring it like it was the only truth to ever exist. That only happened when he desperately wanted someone to believe something.

"That's because you have," Chandler grinned. He remembers. The boy pointed at Blaine like the answer to a very difficult question was on the tip of his tongue as he snapped his fingers. "You're the boy that ran me over at school the other day." Blaine felt his cheeks redden and he looked down at his hands. "Yeah, sorry about that," he responded with a little scoff.

Chandler raised his left hand in defence, almost letting the box with seemingly expensive silverware slip from his beneath his fingers. He smirked slightly before his face turned into a worried frown. "Don't worry about it, you looked more hurt than I was. You basically slided all the way down the hall," he said. Blaine smiled. "Don't flatter yourself, that happens all the time," he gestured to his small figure, "not that hard of a task."

Chandler chuckled in response as he shook his head. The other teen had trouble staying calm. If the laugh lasted only a second longer he would've melted right there and then. "I actually wanted to ask if you were okay."
Blaine couldn't help but slightly touch his shoulder. A small but pretty nasty bruise was left behind ever since he bumped into the other boy. He shrugged it off with a shake of his head. He shouldn't screw the first official meeting up by looking weak. "Oh no I'm fine, it probably looked more dramatic than it actually was."