Wilbybabyy
"You okay, Ally?"
"Yeah, just thinking..."
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It was the early to mid 1990s. Everyone wore bright colors, hip-hop type clothing that was super in style at the time. It was popular. Too popular. It almost blinded the two boys that went to school around this time. Mason Richardson and Alex Gray.
Mason Richardson was a closeted homosexual, he was an introvert, wore dark clothing and wasn't very popular. He had a muscular build, with small curves here and there, beautiful colored eyes that could catch anyone's attention. He wasn't like any type of guy in the school though, he was definitely different. He was weird to say the least. Always following Alex around like a lost puppy who didn't know where to go. It was like he was obsessed; well, obsessed was quite the understatement.
Alex Gray was an open homosexual, he was an Ambivert, wore sweaters and baggy jeans and definitely wasn't in the popular groups. He liked art, especially blood art, it made the work pop more than the usual pencil lines that annoyed him at times. He had a fragile and curvy build, he had a smaller waist, making him seem more like a girl-boy than an actual biological male. To say Alex hated Mason would be an understatement, he hated him with a passion. He was jealous of his family. Mason had a mom and a dad that were there for him while Alex's mom neglected him, leaving him at home while she worked 24/7, but the thing that made him hate Mason the most, was the fact that he was slowly falling more and more in love with him. The butterflies he had made him sick to his stomach, wanting to die every time Mason crossed his mind. It was pathetic really. Very pathetic.