(This is my first work online so I am really excited to share it. This story may confuse you from reality and fantasy, but stick with it!)
My name is Ralph Sycamore, I am 22, and I still have an imaginary friend. Well, he isn't really a "friend" so to speak. He is more like an imaginary boyfriend. I know its sad, but I've always been shy, so I haven't really had a real "boyfriend". Yeah, that means I'm still a virgin, I know, its sad.
Well, off of that topic, I am about 5' 7", with light brown hair, parted down the middle. I have a body that could be called "twink-ish", however I've always hated being called a twink.
I am not necessarily "out", I mean not to everybody. I am out to everybody except for my father. You see, my mother and father got divorced when I was really young and he moved all the way to New York (we live in California), and I would visit him on winter and spring break and also for a month during the summer. Although, that was when I was still in school.
This story starts on my last year of college, still a boyfriendless virgin, and have only a couple friends. There's Zach, my best friend and roommate, and Tyler my other best friend, and also Tyler's boyfriend Charlie, who I really don't see much, however we're friends because of our friends. You get it.
Now my imaginary friend I've named Richard. He's a big muscly man, clearly shaven, and speaks in a very husky voice. Nobody really knows about him, and I've kept him a secret because I feel like people would send me to the insane asylum. Maybe I am insane, I don't know, but I decided right before I came out to my mother that I would never let who I was decide what I will be, and I have always lived by this motto.
When I was a hormonal teenager, I invented him out of pure hormonal necessity. I would masturbate to him, and then when I turned 18, I imagined him standing with me as I came out to my mom. She was very understanding, and said she already knew. Said, "Baby, I've been with you for almost every single day of your young life, you think that I wouldn't know if you were gay? Now come over here and lets go watch some TV."
After that, I basically came out to everyone (except for my father). I, of course, got bullied and harassed, but I stuck by my motto, got into college under an English scholarship (I've always wanted to be a writer), and escaped the prejudice by meeting new friends and avoided the bigots, all the way until this final 4 months of college.
And that's where my story really starts, in my English seminar room, and listening intensely to Mr. Biggs' lesson on how to overcome writer's block; a student came in without his assignment saying he "had writer's block". I've heard this very same speech from Mr. Biggs before, but it is definitely funny a fifth time.
"You know, I always see you smiling at this speech, every single time. Haven't you heard it enough?" Said a student next to me. I looked over to come face to face with a man. That's the best way to describe him, a man. He looks to be about 6' 2", with short blond hair and a rough look about him. He was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. "I'm Nick, and you are...?"
"R, Ralph," I stuttered, my cheeks reddening.
"You're cute when you stutter, you know." He said huskily.
My god, did he just call me cute? Did I imagine it? Oh god, he is so handsome!
"Th, thanks," I said stupidly. "You're just plain handsome." Why did I say that, he's going to think I am the biggest dork ever! He just smiled.
"Mr. Sycamore and Mr. Daniels, would you like to share your points on writer's block with the rest of the group?" Mr. Biggs interrupted, making me blush even further.
"I was actually just debating with Ralphie about the existence of writer's block. He said that it is when you cannot think of what to say, and I said that I believe it was just plain excuses, like you said." Nick stated, without hesitating. Oh, god, cute and handsome!
