The Beginning of Us

My life just did a 360. I went from being so happy about myself, with my sexuality and having so much confidence that I told my parents. To have to move to a completely different place. My parents so mad at me from saying I was gay. They felt as though the devil had entered me and need help so I'm going to a Catholic school now.

"Ryan!" my mother shouted, "Answer me! What made you do this to yourself!?"

For whatever time my mother yelled, accused me and cried. My father just focused on the road in front of him holding a scowl upon his face.

I ignored my mother and continued to face out the window staring at everything and nothing.

Hours past and we finally reached our new home. School started tomorrow to I had to get ready for it. I didn't once talk nor listen to my parents I just stared at them. My mother's red damped eyes and my father's hate and disgusting ones. My eyes have already become numb to them.

I went up to my room and slept, I didn't want to look at them anymore. I less than a year left them I would be gone. I would never look back at them.

I woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning well before the sun rises. Getting dressed I headed downstairs and walked straight out the door. Today was the day I started school.

The walk to school felt so short and I stood there in the front office in no time. In no time I stood in my new class in front of complete strangers.

"Please introduce yourself to the class Ryan" my teacher spoke to me in an indifferent tone.

"Hello my name is Ryan and I'm gay." I didn't care what they thought of me I didn't care that they all looked shocked or disgusted with me. It is who I am and I'm not going to change for others.

I sat in the furthest seat in the back away from others.

"I see that Ethan has to grace us with his presence." the teacher looked at the doors.

There stood I a boy probably around my age covered in baggy clothes, dark circles underneath his eyes, blue eyes, black hair, and snow-white hair. He wore an embarrassed expression, his cheeks slightly dusted in a red blush. The class broke into laughter, I just turned my head and gazed out the window, hiding my blush.

I didn't understand why they were laughing at him he looked so darn cute! He was exactly my type. The sound of the chair next to me squeaking brought me out of my thoughts, and there he sat.

I nodded my head slightly when he looked at me then quickly turned my head to the window again. My heart thudded in my rib cages and I could have sworn that anyone could hear it.

From the corner of my eye, I could see that Ethan fiddled with his jacket sleeve, tugging and pulling on the loose strings not even paying attention to anything the teacher was saying.

His face gradually grew read causing me to smirk I had a sinking feeling that he could feel me staring.

Days past and he was always on my mind. No matter what I was doing, he was on my mind more so when I slept. I'd dream about his soft skin, his soft, cherry red looking lips. Me kissing him and making his lips swell while his face grew even redder.