:: Chapter 1
I always feel like my bed is so much more comfortable when I'm supposed to get up and get ready. Fine, five more minutes but then I really have to get out or I'll be late for school. I look at my left, and notice the trees gently moving in a rhythm that is controlled by the wind. The sun is shining, and in between a small gap in the curtains, a glimpse of the sunlight enters my room, ending on the floor. I love how when the sun is shining like this, you can see tiny bits of dust flying around in the air endlessly. It's kind of a funny thought that those tiny pieces of dust are always there, but we just don't always see them.
A fresh breeze of air entered my room, and I crawl under my blankets a bit more. I love fresh air in the morning, but it has to be when I'm under a nice warm blanket. As I was just getting more comfortable, I realized that the five extra minutes I gave myself earlier had turned into almost more than ten minutes. Fuck. I got up quickly, grabbed some clothes without properly paying attention to what I was actually putting on, and rushed to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth, did my hair and went downstairs.
My parents were already gone. Both of them have to leave early in the morning for work, which for today was probably a good thing because they would never know I was late for school. I left the house without any breakfast, cycling to school as quickly as I could.
I never eat breakfast actually. I mean, I know it's important, but I don't see the point of forcing myself to eat something so early in the morning when I'm not even hungry. My parents often told me to eat something, even if it was just something small. At least I'd have eaten something then, but I just couldn't. Well, I guess I could, but I really don't feel like eating against my will.
As I arrived at school I rushed to the classroom, which, of course, was the wrong one the first two times, as I forgot that we had just gotten a new timetable. The third time I luckily found the correct classroom, and as I entered I smiled at the teacher as kindly as possible, apologizing for the fact that I was late. She didn't really ask any questions. "You are students. We don't need you to be on time. We need you to pass your exams. I don't care how you do it, just do it." I could hear her saying that, because she said it every single time one of our class members did something that represented us not caring about college. Apparently, she did care, because why else would she say it that often?
I looked around me, still gasping for air because I had to cycle to school so fast, when suddenly I caught someone looking at me. A tall guy, about nineteen years old, with a gorgeous face and hair that is so damn perfect that it almost makes you think it's fake. I once fantasized about pulling the fake hair from his head and then the whole class would start laughing because he, too, had hair that never did what he wanted. My fantasies are weird, I know... Where was I... Oh, yeah. Chris. That's his name by the way. Chris has beautiful eyes, even prettier than his hair. All in all, Chris was perfect. A gorgeous, tall guy that every girl would fall for even if she didn't want to. I guess that's because of his awesome hair.
But Chris was staring at me. Why would he stare at me? And yes, he wasn't just looking, he was actually staring. As soon as he saw that I noticed him staring at me, he smiled gently. I automatically smiled back, and then pretended to look out of the window again because I didn't really know how to respond.
Class had reached its end and the teacher told us that we could leave. As everyone had already left - yes, even the teacher was faster with packing her stuff than I was - I finally finished grabbing my stuff as well and headed for the door. As I was about to exit the room, Chris suddenly appeared in front of me. He walked towards me a bit more, which made me walk backwards slowly, and while he did he also closed the door behind him, not losing me out of sight.
"So..." He began, with a voice full of confidence.
"Yeah...?" I replied, rather surprised by him locking us up in a classroom.
"I noticed you've been staring at me in class a lot lately." He said, as he started smirking.
"Me? What about you! You're the one sta..."
I couldnt even finish what I was gonna say, because Chris gently pushed me against the wall, and pressed his lips against mine, supporting his body by putting one hand on the wall, and his other hand on my thy. After a minute or so, I pushed him away from me gently.
"What is this all about Chris?"
"What's wrong. You don't think I'm good looking?"
"That's not it, it's just... I didn't expect you to do this. How do you even know I'm into g-?"
"Don't worry Drew. I've been looking at you, not because you're so handsome, but... Well, you're also really handsome, but... What I'm trying to say here is that I've noticed that you are different."
"Different? What do you mean, different?" I responded, a little confused.
"You're not like the others. You're a guy, but you're sensitive. You're cool, but you're gentle. I know your secret, but don't you worry. I'll take good care of you."
I smiled lightly and gazed into his beautiful eyes.
"Damn... I never knew you were... Like me..." I said to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.
- "Yeah, well. Not everything is what it seems, right?" said Chris, as he smiled at me.
"Right..." I replied, looking at him and smiling happily.
I allowed him to get closer to me again and put both my hands on his hips. He started kissing me again gently, and I kissed him back with slight passion.
This was like a dream... Then suddenly it hit me. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Damn it. This wasn't like a dream. It was a fucking dream.