This story is not intended to imply anything about the sexuality of any of the members of Linkin Park. Nor do I personally know any of the members of Linkin Park, namely Chester Bennington. It's just a giant obsession over the sexiest man alive. I sure hope you all agree.
'' A friend in need is a friend indeed,
A friend with weed is better.
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather
A friend in need is a friend indeed
A friend who'll tease is better
Our thoughts compressed
Which makes us blessed
And makes for stormy weather''
My eighteenth birthday was a time of massive changes for me. It seemed that all the things in my world had been taken and flipped up-side-down. My sexuality was the biggest of them all. I'd had tendencies... Or, little fantasies about boys since far before I had hit puberty. I hadn't any idea about sex at the time, so these little... Dreams mainly consisted of me just hugging other boys. The cute ones, naturally. But it progressed, and I began thinking bad things about the cute boys I sat behind, or next to. I remember feeling my heart leep when one would accidently touch me. But all these things were kept away good and well, and I made sure nobody ever expected a single thing. And they never would. Until my eighteenth birthday, when I had decided that I was tired of pretending to be the son my father had always wished for. He didn't take it very well, I don't think... Not what I'd call a violent reaction, but not exactly a calm one by any means. He just... Got very quiet. He and I don't talk much anymore.
My mother seemed to be a bit more understanding, saying that ''as long as I'm happy, it's fine with her''.. my stepdad, however... Now, he seemed to have always known. He had a thing for hitting me that began when I was twelve, and went on until I moved out at at 17.
I had changed a lot since I'd begun high school four years ago. I'd entered happy, content with the world, thinking that I would be welcomed to this new place. Only to be ridiculed, simply because I was a freshman. I had always been the type to cope quickly, and did so here, as well. From trendy and nice, I'd almost drastically become dark and bitter. Vinyl and mesh, baggy or tight, it didn't matter as long as it was dark. Black combat boots had become standard-issue for me, eyebrows each adorned with silver barbells. Tongue pierced much in the same manner, with a silver stud labret piercing to follow it all up. My hair, which was naturally a dark brown, was often dyed blue, red, purple, pink, orange, green... Anything that wasn't natural. What I had hoped for had worked. People left me alone. And that was just fine for me, because at least I would be safe in school.
So this crisp October afternoon was no different that any other. It was a day off, and I'd decided to go to the mall. Maybe stop into the Hot Topic, and pick up some hair dye. Or... Just look around. I really didn't have a lot of money to blow in the stores. But it was saturday, and I wanted to do something. I wasted no time in any other parts of the building. I was the kind of guy who only did what he planned on doing before anything else.
Saturdays always seemd to bring out the cutest boys, I thought as a thudded step fell to the floor of the entrance to the Hot Topic. Naturally this sound was drowned out by loud music playing overhead, which I quickly recognized as The Ataris. The store was relatively empty, save for one guy standing over at the wall where the dyes were. Now, I've seen boys that made me turn my head in a blatant manner before.. But, this one actually had me staring for a moment. I caught myself before he turned around to look. Gorgeous, I thought. Absolutely gorgeous. Deep brown eyes... The kind I could lose myself in. Somewhat tall, about 5'11, he appeared. With bleached and spiked hair, and a labret piercing quite similiar to the one I had. Once I regained my composure, I made my way over to the racks and started looking them over carefully. I figured I was just going to do it black for now. I was in no mean to deal with bleaching and the sort right now. Plus, I was afraid my hair was going to fall out of my head if I kept on bleaching it. The hot guy was right next to me now, it seemed... Brow furrowed in what seemed to be deep contemplation. By now I had reached over and snagged my bottle of dye.. Which just happened to be right in front of him. Lucky, lucky. It seemed to have got his attention, though I had no intention of doing so, for he turned his head to me and asked
" What do you think? Leave it bleached, or dye it blue..? "
Ugh. Those eyes again.
"Uh... It's cool just as it is," I replied, trying to act as cool as I possible could. Thus far, it didn't seem like it was working.
"Oh. Thanks, man," And he went to the register to pay for what he had, a plain black beanie. The kid behind the counter gave him a funny look.. One of those second-glances, and then I heard him say "A..A re you... Chester?". To which the guy nodded, and he was immediately asked for his autograph. I was surprised at the fact that the kid had done that to begin with, really... They had always struck me as people who just didn't care. Me, on the other hand.. I had no idea who Chester was. I just knew that he was fucking gorgeous. I shrugged my shoulders as Chester stepped away from the register to put on the newly-purchased beanie, and I wordlessly paid for my dye. Taking the little black-and-red plastic bag in hand and heading off, I saw only the back of Chester's head as he was walking away. Slowly, it seemed. I myself was a rather fast walker, so it didn't take me long to up beside him, and then ahead. Then I heard his voice from behind me call
"Hey, You!". I stopped, turning my head to look back over my shoulder. He was hurrying up to catch up to me. My head was cocked to the side as I turned to face him, brow furrowed in wonderment. Why had he called out to me, of all people?.. I immediately thought I must have dropped something. But then..
"Thanks for not making a scene in there.." He said, not out of breath in the least.
"...Um. Sure, I guess," I figured there was no need for him to know I hadn't a clue who he was.
"Hey.. You uh.. Wanna get somethin' to eat with me?" He asked.. He sounded almost.. Hopeful. I was dumbfounded, but I nodded and we headed off to the food court on the other end of the mall.
Obviously he hadn't a clue I was gay. But, in that short walk, I'd discovered that he was from a band called Linkin Park, of which I'd heard of, but had never really listened to that closely.
I hardly knew what to do with myself. The most incredibly gorgeous guy i'd ever seen had asked me to go sit down with him..
Well, it's not exactly interesting yet. But I do have to establish some things before I get going. By the looks of things, though, it ought to be good. E-mail me with your opinions.
Watchitcrumbie@aol.com.
Thanks, Later!