It's simple [Hayes Grier bxb]

Prologue

  (photo is Oliver)

  I hated to clean. Most 14 year old teenage boys do. Yet, I found myself doing it. The demands of mother never went unheard in my household. Sure, she was a loving and caring mom; but you just go ahead and ignore her requests. See how loving and caring she is after that. Arguing against something as simple (and boring) as cleaning the kitchen was not worth the reprimands that would come along with it. So, here I am. Wiping down the counters and putting away the final dishes. After this, I had a couple worksheets of homework and I could relax the rest of the day. I had been cleaning since 8 this morning. Definitely not my favorite way to spend my Saturdays.

    Oh well I thought as I ran upstairs before my parents could find another area to clean.

    Now I get to indulge in my favorite hobby: watching the neighbors play basketball.

    My neighbors were none other than Nash and Hayes Grier. Other people might freak out and fangirl every time they saw the Griers, but not me. I've seen them almost every day for about 10 years. I particularly like to watch Hayes. He is absolutely gorgeous. We aren't the best of friends, but we hang out on occasion. His brother Nash and my brother Finn are absolute buds so I'll often find myself hanging out with the 3 of them. My brother is possibly the best brother in existence. He always knew I was gay. I have no idea how, I thought I had the best "straight" act a guy could put up. I played football, watched sports, wore gym shorts and old spice, I mean- what's straighter than that? I officially came out to him last year- I had just turned 13. The Griers had just left, and Finn and I sat on his bed. He started rambling about how it was great that we lived in such an accepting society and that I was a great little brother and that he would love me no matter what. So, naturally, I broke down and confessed. I've never looked back.

    "Oliver!" My mother called. "Your father and I are going out for the night so you and Finn will have to make something yourselves" she called up the stairs.

    "Ok see ya later" I yelled after her as she and my father left the house. I worried not about the food situation. My brother would probably order a pizza or something. I decided to go do my homework so I didn't have to do it later. Besides- I had nothing else to do.

    I ran my fingers through my short, brown hair. I liked to play with my hair more than I liked math. My hair isn't cool- at all. I wished I could grow it out and flip it around all cool and teenage like, but if my hair grew too long then it got curly and was a horrible mess. I learned the hard way. My brother had the same problem, but he never did like his hair to be too long. His dirty blonde hair and light green eyes made it so it really didn't matter what style his hair was. He was hot.

    Now, I'm by no means attracted to my brother, but I just wish I was hot like him. He had the pretty eyes and soft hair while I was stuck with the simple brown hair and the simple grayish eyes. I am just so simple. The only thing good about me was my grades. I usually kept straight A's without trying too hard. That has its rewards- I got most things I asked for. However the one thing I really want is to not live such an ordinary life. I wish that life was not so simple.