This story is a work of fiction. any similarities are completely coincidental. 'Ok.' contains love and sex between teenage boys. Any mention of celebrities or characters from tv is not an assumption of their sexuality.The obvious thing if you don't like this is to go somewhere else. If it is illegal to read this where you're from please do the same. It also contains some coarse language, just coz it's hard to write naturally without writing the way I speak. Overall I'd rate it M for mature audiences, so if you're not old enough to be here, please seriously consider not being here. This is my first public submission, but please don't hold back. If you'd like to send me an email, I look forward to it - addisyn.draco@gmail.com. Thanks to Nifty, who do an amazing job helping writers be read. Donate if you can!
Axyl.
So, Toby and I have reached the point of no return. From here, there can only be hurt or awesomeness. God, I hope he doesn't hate me for what I am. I mean, he's said that no matter what, and despite his wealth and fame, he wants to be with me. But will he when I tell him I'm a powerful witch that could kill anyone three times over? That my bloodline runs millenia and I could possibly be the most powerful being in the universe? Could he handle that? I mean, this all sounds like bullshit, but trust me, I frighten myself sometimes. There is a prophecy that says that the most powerful being in all of creation will only be grounded and controlled by the most exceptional. So, Toby fits the bill, but I'm not sure if he can accept something so far beyond his comprehension. I may destroy the one boy that has caught my eye, ever. But, together, we may be the most powerful source of good that ever was. It could go either way, so I have to decide. Risk or not? Is he worth it? My new boyfriend looks at me and says
"What are you thinking?" That is one of the hardest questions I've ever been asked in my life.
"I guess I'm thinking that I'm pretty fucking lucky to have a rock star boyfriend." Lies. Well, not entirely, just not what I wanted to say. "And that I've got something to tell you." He looks confused. The fuck? I didn't mean to say that! Damn this boy. He has a hold on me. I guess I might as well go all out.
"Ok. You know how you're a world famous rock star? And some people shouldn't know how to find you? Well, I'm kind of the same. I'm a witch. I make things happen with my mind. I knew I'd meet you before I met you. I didn't make it happen, I just knew it would. You and I have been prophecised about for millenia. We are the couple that will bring magic and witchcraft out of the pyre. Some people shouldn't know that. Actually, nobody should. Just you and me.." I say this in one breath, trying to stop anything my Toby might have to say in it's tracks. He stands there shellshocked. I have run out of things to say, so I just grab him and hold him close. I expected him to throw me out, or run as fast and far as possible. But he just stayed in my arms. I ask
"Are you okay?" His reply is the opposite of what I'd expect from anyone.
"OK?! That is awesome!! Like, we are the perfect couple!! We can rule the world!" I can't help but laugh at how cute he is when he's beng all megalomaniacal.
"Yep. That's basically it babe. Together, we are the most powerful source of good in the world. And let's not even start on our individual powers too." His shock turns to curiosity,
"Individual powers?"
"Yeah, I have the power to move and mould matter, and communicate telepathically, as well as being able teleport and transfigure.. And you have powers with words and melodies. Music is magic after all." Toby looked unconvinced.
"So I'm supposed to save the world with a song?"
"No babe, just keep doing what you do. You change peoples lives and their ideas. You are a constant source of inspiration to some. And besides, words have inherent magic within them. I understand if it's a lot to take in." It was a painful few moments while he pondered the implication that it may be too much to handle. Then he makes me fall deeper in love with him than I thought possible.
"No, I've always known I've got something special going for me. If it's you, then I was right" That just makes me speechless. He reacted far better than I'd ever expected. I'd built up meeting him for so long, not knowing who he would be, what he would be like, if he would love me, that I thought it would tear us apart. Instead, he's totally accepted it as if he, too, expected it. I was taught from a young age, in anticipation for this one moment, that when two souls are meant to meet, and they do, they connect and bond forever. Once they discover this bond between them they are virtually invincible. Those two souls create something inexplicable. They combine to become something far more than the sum of both parts.
After a few hours, and several grams of weed, later Toby asks,
"Would you like to see my bedroom", excited as a puppy. I couldn't resist.
"Sure" We walked up two flights of stairs to a large door at the end of the hall. I looked at it and then looked at Toby before he started laughing.
"What? You think that's my bedroom? That's the library. Wanna see? We've got a great collection of occult books. They're my favourite."
'Figures' I think to myself.
"Didn't you want to show me your bedroom?" I ask, not really minding either way. Being with him is amazing enough, but this boy has no attention span.
"Oh... yeah. I'll show you the library later. Let's go." He turns to the right and opens the door next to the library. He looks at me and smiles. The cheeky bastard. I kiss him and bite his lip a bit. He gasps when I bite him and I stop kissing him and poke my tongue out.
"At this rate I'm never gonna get to see where we're sleeping tonight." If I had a feather it would have knocked him over. I just giggled.