Author's Note: This is my first story that I have ever submitted to Nifty. I hope you all enjoy it. I don't know how many chapters there are going to be yet. Feel free to email me any comments that you may have. There is nothing that sexual in this story. All though, there will be sex scenes(for those of you are into that sort of thing). This story, will mainly focus on the love between two guys. So, if it is illegal for you to read such stories, then don't read mine.
I sit in the living room waiting for my mother to get ready to drive me to my new school, Jefferson High. We just moved here to Boston, Massachusetts from Albany, New York. We moved here partly because my dad got a great job offer at the hospital(he's a cardiologist), and because most of my mother's family lives here(her sister, and her mom and dad). I'm in 11th grade right now. I wish I could finish high school with my old friends back in Albany.
"I'll be ready in a minute," my mother tells me. I don't consider myself to be very good looking. I always hated the way I looked, even though everyone tells me that i'm not ugly. I have short blonde hair and green eyes. I weigh about 145 pounds and i'm about 5'10 in height. I used to suffer from the eating disorder bulimia. I don't really know why, I guess it came from my feelings that i'm not good enough and maybe because of loneliness. I'm gay.
I have always known I was. My friends suported me, and so did my parents. That wasn't the problem. The problem, was that I always wished I had a boyfriend, someone who would make me feel special. Last year on valentines day while I was at school eating lunch, some girl was given awhole bunch of flowers by her boyfriend. I ran into the bathroom, and made myself throw up in the toilet. I just sat there a cried for about an hour, wishing that I had someone who would bring me flowers. One night after making myself throw up, I was rushed to the emergency room because I fainted. I was really close to dying. I wasn't getting enough nutrients in my body. I was so bad, that I had to stay in the hospital for 2 weeks and be pumped full of fluids. I remember my mom and my dad, crying. Apart of me, wishes that I would have died. After I was released from the hospital, I started seeing a counselor.
She was a really nice lady. After 5 months, I didn't need to see her anymore. I no longer suffer from bulimia but I sometimes, get really depressed still. About 5 minutes later, my mom comes out of her room.
"Well, are you ready to go?" my mom asks. "Yeah, I guess so." I said with a sad tone to my voice. "Oh, don't worry about it. You'll do fine. I'm sure you will make alot of new friends here." my mom says as she is walking out the door. On my way out, I stop to look at the mirror in the hallway to give myself one last look over. I'm wearing a black shirt, with a picture of Alanis Morissette on it(one of my favorite female singers) and dark blue jeans and spiked wrist bands. I get into my mother's car. We pull out from our 2 story victorian style home. My dad, got a good deal on it. I actually like the house. It has 4 bedrooms, 1 down stairs(my parents' room) and 3 upstairs. My mom wants to turn one into a guest room and the other into a home gym. We also have 2 fireplaces, one in the living room and one in my parents' room. We have 2 bathrooms as well. One of them, is connected to my bedroom. If I had a fridge in my room, I would never have to leave. Hahaha. About 10 minutes later, we are in the parking lot of Jefferson High. "Well, you have a good day honey and i'll see you when I get home from work." my mom says, looking at me. My mom, is a social worker. "Alright. See you later mom. Bye." I say, as I get out of the car. As i'm walking to go into the school, a guy bumps into me.
"Sorry man." he says. I look at him for a moment. He has got to be one of the most beautiful guys I have ever seen. He has short black spikey hair with the most bluest eyes I have ever seen. He is alittle bit taller than me, maybe about 5'11 and he looks to weigh around 150 pounds.
I quickly snap out of my gaze. "Thats alright." I say to him. I don't think he noticed me looking at him. A few seconds later, some girl comes up and says to him jokingly, "walk much." They both laugh. "Sorry about my friend Sean here. He's a bit of a klutz." she says to me.
"No. It's really ok." I say to her. "Hey. Are you new here?" she asks. "Yeah, i'am. I moved here from albany, new york. My name is Jason." I reply. "Cool. My name is Mya and this is the guy who bumped into you, Sean." she says laughing at him. "Where are you going to now?" Mya asks. "I gotta go to the office to get my schedule." I reply. "Ok. Well, we will see you around." she says as her and Sean walk off. I go into the office to get my schedule. I hope I have Sean in one of my classes, I tell myself. Don't get your hopes up Jason, he is probably just another pretty straight boy. After going to my locker, I go into my first hour class, which is World History. Just as I sit down, Sean walks in. "Hey." he says as he takes his seat in front of me. The rest of first hour, went by fine. Me and Sean, got a chance to talk alittle bit during class. We talked about our favorite music and what we liked to do. Sean, plays guitar and sings, which I think is really awesome. "Did you ever see the movie Superstar?" I ask him. Superstar, is my all time favorite movie. "No. I never have." he replys. "I can't believe you never seen it. It is so funny." I say to him. "Well, if we ever hang out together, maybe i'll watch it with you." he replys. I can't wait to hang out with you, Sean(good thing he can't hear my thoughts). While I was talking to him, I couldn't help but notice his smile and laugh. It is so, captivating. The bell rings. Just before we leave the class, Sean asks me, "What hour do you have lunch?" "I have it 5th hour." I say to him. "Cool. You can sit with me and mya." he says. "Alright thanks. Cya." I say to him. "Bye." he says as he disappears into all the other kids in the hall.