Chapter Four

I was hungry. And when food became less and less appealing to me there was nothing I could do but starve.

I laughed to myself as I sat in the edge of my bed. "Is this what it felt like to die?" I asked in a huff, almost in tears.

I couldn't say that it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I had to figure out what was wrong with me, I had to eat.

And little did I know, as I was walking under the midnight moon, which was barely shining tonight, unusual on a regular Californian night but tonight I was focused, and feeling more grim than normal.

My phone was blowing up, but I ignored it. I didn't care. And like a flash of pain on my lower back something knocked me off my feet, causing me to fly forward almost three or four yards and a blinding light coming from behind me.

I crawled to my feet, with an aching pain in my neck that wanted me to stay laying on the floor, there was a person wearing all black, ripped jeans and a pair of old dusty combat boots standing in front of a old 1997 charger with the door wide open and the person standing in front of the headlights. Mouth was wide open.

I didn't know what to say. That car should have killed me and it caught me by surprise. The only thing I could sensibly imagine was "That should have killed me.." I whispered. Letting out word vomit was far beneath me, that I hated a lot of people that loved to talk just to talk, it was all I could think.

The person came running to my now standing body. It was a tall male about 6 feet tall with long black hair he had gelled back into a messy mohawk that you could tell he did hair after a long night of adventures. He was pale and every feature about him seemed elongated. Handsome. And he smelled like mint.

"It's okay, you don't have to stand up..." He huffed in a panic. "I can... I can drive you to the hospital." He said almost talking to himself,.like he had a good idea.

Honestly? I couldn't think. The smell of his boyish charm coming from his cologne only sprayed on his neck was appealing and almost blinding of the pain. Why was he standing so close to me?

"I'm... I'm actually okay." I whispered not thinking about what he would say, or think, or what he would react.

But when I looked him in his eyes he became calm. I knew then I could smell his blood. And it was loud. Right over the pain of my stomach and I knew then, what I wanted to eat..

When he didn't react to my single sentence, I gave in and rolled my eyes. I pretended to faint and only after a quick gasp he caught me in his arms giving me a strong whiff of his cologne. (As of I needed it.)

It turns out as he was rushing me to the back seat of his raggedy ass charger, his was talking to himself almost, and in a haze I realized I was dizzier than I thought, but he was talking out loud, not to himself, but to me.

"My name is Charlie, my friends call me Charles. It's gonna be okay, I'm gonna take you straight to the hospital. I'll tell them everything that happen. Oh god... You're gonna be okay."

He wanted, gently laying me in the back seat.

And at the perfect time I looked him in the eyes, and he freezes. Noticing his arms wrapped around me in a romantic way. Silence.

Then he mutters to himself and before a another second could pass I was pressing my lips against his.

I felt his body relax as our lips locked and it was undeniable in the air that I had him exactly where I wanted him.

We open our eyes at the same time and our eyes locked.

There was a long moment of silence until I broke it whispering to him " It's... It's okay.." I confirmed. "My name is... My name is..." And before I could finish the sentence the faint Feeling and the pain in my neck and lower back took over me and I passed out.

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When I woke up I was in my own bed.

"Just drive me home." I whispered in his ear.

I officially woke up having flashbacks from last night, which was officially the weirdest night of my life, and that's saying something seeing how I got sacrificed last Friday night.

I stood to my feet after climbing out of my bed to go to my bathroom. The I knew it. Trust me, as a gay boy, you know it when you in the morning after because you're sore in places where you can't tell people in a everyday conversation, and yet proud of what you did last night. The soreness becomes a kind of trophy. Trust me I just know.

I remember the handsome boy in a flash of memory from last night, his cologne, his charming smile, his clothes, and his tattoos, and long hair. I had sex last night.

The mystery boy and me laid on the backseat of his old 1997 charger, and had sex. I had sex!! With someone I didn't even know. Which was that weird for somebody like me, but it was.morw the fact we met?? Because he literally hit me with his car.

I smile to myself. Remembering he dropped me off at sunrise. "When will I see you again?" He asked me before I smiled to him and got out of the car.

"Umm.." I didn't know exactly what the say. We laughed to ourselves like kids each smiling out of the window the whole way home.

"I know! There's a college party this Saturday, I should come and pick you up!" He suggested as he hesitate to look up at me.

When he did our eyes locked as I confirmed to him without words.

"Sure." I said after dancing away without a second of hesitation or giving him a single second to say anything else. I was gone.

Saturday?

Let's be real, your not invited to the goth kid's party.

A//N:

WHAT EXACTLY DO YOU MEAN, I HAVEN'T EVEN DESCRIBED THE MAIN CHARACTER???

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THE PROTAGONIST IS A GAY BOY OKAY???

THAT'S THE ONLY THING ABOUT HIM THAT IS TRUE OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT!!

DON'T BOTHER ME WITH YOUR STUPID UNTRUE IDEAS.

THANK YOU.