This is my first time attempting to write a story. Please free to leave feedback. I'm thinking of writing a series; want to hear your opinions. (All characters mentioned below are 18+ of age)
I fell for him the second my eyes met him. His irresistible golden brown eyes met my own and quickly invited me to sit beside him. My dear William. I suppose knowing him as a childhood friend has its merits but one great disadvantage, he would never see me more than a friend, while I am hopelessly in love with him. His sweet innocent voice once again lures me into a world I can only imagine exists, a world where he loves me as much as I love him.
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Blaine:
I wake up every morning to a dream where I cover his smaller frame and other explicit details I would rather not delve into. I pull on a hoodie and running shoes that have been less that useless for some time now with bits and pieces of them tearing off. I reach my front door and run. I run until I can't feel my body anymore like every other morning, I run thinking that perhaps I can conquer his heart with my looks. I chuckle as I return to my porch after a long run. My sweet William isn't shallow. I keep up the slight jog up the stairs until I reach the bathroom.
I took a quick shower and stare intently into the mirror. Several hours in the gym have made my chest broad and well-defined, my stomach hard and large arms have made many women and some men look twice at me in a casual walk down the streets.
Today being a happy day, the return to school after a long yet well-deserved summer break into the final year of High school. I eat my traditional bowl of Ramen for breakfast and head to school.
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I got to school just in time and parked in the senior parking lot. I walk around without thought on the campus reveling in the fact that this is the final year of high school, When I crash into a small boy perhaps a first or second year and drop all of his books.
"I'm sorry little buddy I didn't see you." I bend down and pick up his books, as I'm returning his books to him his mutters a quick thank you and quickly walks away trying to disguise the blush threatening to spread around his face. I can't help but chuckle at my mishap, "Well no harm done" I say to myself walking into my first period class.
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First period Calculus, I smirk and think 'What a gift god has bestowed upon me, I should calm down before I explode from excitement.' My sarcastic thoughts were cut short by the late arrival of a student.
His honey brown hair is perfectly accented with his golden eyes, William. He smiles at me revealing his dazzling white teeth and sat in the seat in front of me. I panicked. I would never be able to concentrate in this class anymore with him being so close, with a resigning attitude I read the syllabus for the class and tried my best not to think too much about him.
As fate would have it I did not share the same class as him before lunch so I searched the school grounds looking for him until I found him. My happy mood was crushed by the image in front of me.
A boy who I recognized as Issaac Clark a third year was sitting a little bit too close to William. I approached them but I quickly noticed the disgusted face on him. William was at the edge of his seat and before I knew it my hand grabbed Issaac by his shirt and pulled him away from him.
"What's your problem? You trying make me look bad in front of Willy over here?" He said as I threatened to punch him in the face.
Warm hands grabbed my arm and I melted against the touch of him. I released Issaac and relished in his warm touch. He whispered in such a soft tone that made my heart melt, "Don't hurt him please."
I turned around to apologize to Issaac but he was nowhere to be found pussy I thought to myself. And swiftly turned to William, he smiled and hugged me. I mentally thanked Issaac; I would do anything to feel this smaller man in my arms.
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William:
Like every morning my younger brother woke me up. Although I am the oldest child I always felt young next to my brothers. My small 5'6'' frame made second and even first years' tower over me making me always a little bit self-conscious.
Darren the second oldest brother ruffles my hair, "Pipsqueak, aren't you excited for your fourth and final year of high school?"
I quickly got out of his grasp, "Stop it you're messing up my hair. And you forget I'm older, second year!" I stick my tongue out and run to the kitchen. My mother had a feast ready for breakfast. My mother, as always smacked my brother with a wooden spoon softly.