As I am laying on the white tile floor in my cold bathroom watching as the red liquid pour out of my wrist gently falling into a very small puddle I hear 'ding-dong' my eyes widened "shit." I whisper getting up and washing off the remainder of the blood. I had forgotten that we were going to have guest, I quickly make my way to my closet and pull out some nice clothes... I know my mother will have a fit if I don't dress nice, I make my way down to our dinning room where everyone already made themselves comfortable. I said hi to the man, His name was Gordon Stevenson, wait a moment that's the last name of Butler isn't it... That's when I heard the door close of the bathroom down the hall and some foot steps coming into the dinning room, yep there he was Butler Stevenson.
After exchanging an awkward hello I had to force myself to eat because they would know something was wrong with me. The grown ups were talking so I excused my self and quickly ran upstairs to release the food that was inside me by sticking my fingers down my throat. When I was finished I jumped at the sudden knock at my door, "come in" I say casually. Butler had entered my room with a smile "hey nice room. " I blush at the sight of my band posters and my black walls. My parents let me do whatever to my room as long as just kept it clean, "thanks" I reply he smiled while pointing to my computer chair "may I? " "oh yeah go right ahead" I smiled back wow lots of smiling going on here...
"so uh what's your favorite band out of all of these?" he started making conversation, "Peirce the veil" I replied a little too quickly, "cool i for one am actually a Sam Smith or a Ed Sheeran kind of guy." he said, "Sam Smith is gay right? " I said feeling like an ass saying it the way I did, he smiled, god his smile melted me... "well I am what I listen to... "
Wait what...
