1 Meeting him

Brian sat down at the highest level of the bleachers looking down at the football field.

It was his first year of college, and even though classes didn't start for another two days, he was so excited that he decided to come in early; finally, he would be independent.

Brian couldn't take another day living under his mother's roof; they had what you call a "rocky relationship... so from the moment he was accepted into X community college, he ran out of there as fast as he could.

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Mara was a complex and complicated person; she had left the house at 13 to get together with Brian good for nothing and abusive father... though she didn't know it at the time. She then had him at seventeen, so you can imagine why they couldn't get along.

"After all, a kid racing another kid isn't really pragmatic at all!"

Mara suffered a lot at Brian's father's hands.

After she finally left him, she became one of those crazy party girls who finally got the freedom to do whatever the hell she wanted.

So she did!

Poor little Brian, he was caught up in the MASSIVE crossed fire and the craziness of his mother's life. So yeah! It wasn't practical at all!

Brian didn't get much love from his mother; she was just not up for motherhood and was always bouncing him from one home to another. The woman just didn't know how to stay put. ("Having one man is just not satisfactory at all!")

That was her most common phrase.

Living with her was worse than any foster system.

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When Brian turned seven, he started having complicated feelings... ones that he couldn't understand at all. At first, it was just weird dreams about "Daniel Radcliffe, for some reason, he couldn't get "THE BOY WHO LIVED" out of his head.

Then it got more sexual!

He would fantasize about his stepbrother, who, in his perspective, was super hot. "I know what you're thinking, STEPBROTHER... Wow! But to be fair, stepbrother was kind of a stretch. Brian would only spend 2 to 3 months with one and then bam! His mom would later get him a new one.

I AM EXPERIMENTING!! Another of her wise old sayings.

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Two years after that, he decided to ask his mom about it. Imagine her shock! Mara was so disappointed.

"OMG! Are you a fagg, now?"

"Where did I go wrong!?"

After all the trouble and the time, I have to spend racing you!

This..this... This probably happened because you didn't get a strong father figure!

At last, more of her "wise, encouraging words." Brian was so confused, and his so-called mother didn't really help at all; she actually made everything worst and about 'her' like always.

Mara was more focused on partying, having sex with random guys, and just not caring at all. Helping her son with his sexuality or pretty much anything that wasn't "fun, if you catch my drift, was just out of the question.

Ten years later, Brian had finally gotten away from that crazy mother of his... though to be fair; she had already changed a few years prior.

That's a whole other story altogether, but later on that note.

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Looking up, the sky never felt this bright to Brian before.

I'm finally free from that woman and our messy past!

Now, I just have to forget that beast, "Marlena, and I'll be able to really move on and find a life for myself.

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Out there on the field, you could see the soccer team practicing while looking all sweaty and messy; this actually felt pleasant to Brian's eyes.

'A bunch of eye candy.'

With a smirk, he kept on looking at the hot players, until a tall and sexy blonde looked his way.

They stared at each other for two to three seconds. Brian's heart rapidly intensified. He holed the iron bar of the bleachers unconsciously and quickly looked away.

In a mere second, his face turned into five different shades of red.

Wow! Who is that guy?

"HE'S SO HOT!"

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One hour later, he was still there looking at the sexy soccer player. For some reason, he couldn't look away. He was completely captivated by him.

Every time the blonde guy made a 'GAOL, Brian would get excited and smile with content, and when he wouldn't, he would feel a little disappointed.

"What is this weird feeling?"

"Why am I so into this guy, all of a sudden?"

I've been here for an hour. And I don't even like sports!

It's not like he's that HOT!!

Don't get me wrong he's way above average, but I have seen better.

For some reason, I'm totally captivated by him.

What the heck!

It's probably 'cause I haven't gotten 'ANY' in a while, and he's my type. Yeah! That must be it!

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Thirty minutes later, and practice was over. All the players went back to the locker room, however.

He.. he..he's coming this way, like for real?

OMG.. OMG act, cool, chill dude, chill. Don't be a spaz... but like, what do I say?

What will he say?

This is so exciting and terrifying at the same time!

Two minutes later, sexy guy was right in front of him. Brian didn't really saw him properly before and only thought he was just above average, but now...

Jesus! This guy, this guy, he's a freaking Greek God!!!!!

'He is way too hot, even excluding the whole gay angle, he is "totally out of my league and by a lot at that.'

"Ohh, look at those big piercing hooded green eyes, that refined nose not too big nor too small; his lips are perfect also! Same size and both perfectly thin with a little plump to them, and OMG, that diamond-like chin is way too perfect. He's tall too. I would say 1.86, at least.

Yeah, You have ZERO CHANCE, hehehe.

"I would like to be able to touch those amazingly blonde wavies, almost curly locks of his, and also, those hot mussels. They look even more heated with his shirt all sweaty like that!"

"I WONDER WHAT IT WOULD FEEL LIKE TO LICK'UM?"

'OF COURSE, you would.'

'Shut it!'

Brian had what you cold a double personality... or more like another voice inside his head who was the complete opposite of him.

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Hey there!

'Even his voice is this manly and sexy.'

'Wait, voice, WHAT?'

"He..llo DOOFUS his talking to you!"

'Omg his talking to me!'

Ummm hell..o I mean hey, no hi. "Seriously, PICK ONE, YOU DOOFUS!"

"He's going to think that you're a total loser."

'I told you to shut it.'

"Whatever."

By this point, Brian was totally losing it. He was so nervous he couldn't even breathe properly, let alone speak.

He was also sweating like a pig.

Are you new here?

Sexy guy spooked again, but Brian was too nervous and didn't trust his voice any longer, so all he could do was nod.

Cool!

My name is Sebastian, but everyone calls me Bash. I'm a sophomore.

Brian couldn't kip on nodding, so he prayed to God not to crack this time.

Umm, nice to umm.. me..et you.

I'm Brian, but everyone calls me Bri, WAIT NO! Scratch that, no one calls me that.

HAHAHA

Bash found this hilarious and started laughing, none stop.

Your pretty funny dude, I think I like you already.

'Did he just say he liked me?'

'Omg, he did!'

'Stay calm, don't make this a big deal.'

'He probably meant it in a friendly way.'

"Take a SHILL pill!"

'I told you---

Are you interested in the soccer team?

Bash interrupted him.

He didn't really care about the team. Actually, he didn't really care about any sports at all, but he did spend the last one and a half hours here... so he had to lie.

I wasn't at first, but after seeing you guys train, I got interested little by little.

That was half the truth, at least, though the one he got interested in wasn't the game PER-SE.

However, that was his little secret.

That's what so cool about soccer the longer you play, or in your case, watch, it consumes you until you're completely hooked or captivated.

"Exactly what I'm filling, BUT ABOUT YOU, though."

'Oh, for the love of God.'

"What? You like him too."

'Sight...

If you're really into the game, we're having tryouts next week.

I'm the captain, by the way!

Really, that's so cool. Now I know who to come to If I ever decide to join.

"Lier."

For some reason, all the nervousness was fading fast, and Brian was getting better at talking. It was so easy to talk to this guy, but why though?

Usually, he would be a mess for like a week before actually being able to hold a conversation. Funny thing though, he didn't even notice

HOWEVER, all good things must come to an end.

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It was nice meeting you, but I gotta go back and take a shower.

'NO, PLEASE DONT GO!!'

Brian wasn't even getting started; there was so much he wanted to know.

None the less it was time for Bash to go. There was nothing he could do.

Bash looked at Brian for a moment with those piercing eyes of his, maybe trying to see right through Brain's soul, then he smiled.

I'll be seeing you around, Bri.