Forever

1//Dreaming Of You

Keith laid in his bed, the covers surrounding his smallish frame. He stared at the ceiling trying to process his thoughts and trying not to cry.

Ever since the sixth grade, his interest in girls had decreased, and he unconsciously began paying more attention to boys. But he never realized until his junior year that he was, in fact, gay. But everyone that he knew despised homosexuality... So he decided that he would keep it a secret.

So there he was, laying in the comforting warmth of his covers, on the verge of tears.

Keith was alone. His mother and father had been killed- assassinated in their own apartment, Keith only living because he was in his crib. He had no friends due to lack of social skills and anxiety. Keith had never met the rest of his family, so he had no one to go to and no one to teach him the basic skills he needed.

He lived on his own in a cute house, filled with succulents. His wardrobe consisted of five shirts (two black and the other three baby blue, light purple and pastel yellow), five pairs of pants (three pairs of black skinny jeans and two pairs of black cargo pants), one jacket (cropped with red and white), and one sweater. He barely even wore any of those clothes, remaining in his sweater and boxers. He barely even got out of bed, except to get to school. But as soon as he got home, he climbed right back in bed and let his thoughts take over.

Keith broke. The tears spilled down his face into the roots of his hair. He reached his arm up and wiped his cheeks with his sleeve, trying to slow his breaths back to normal.

But being gay wasn't the worst part. The person that he liked was... popular, so to speak. Lance McClain was the guy who every girl liked, and even thought he would flirt back, they never had a chance. Everyone saw Lance as picky, but people didn't let that get in the way of his popularity. His skin was smooth, flawless in fact. His tan complexion contrasted perfectly with his milky blue eyes and thin lips. His arms weren't massive, but they were strong. It seemed like Lance could get out of bed without a single worry and just look stunning.

And Keith liked Lance. He felt like he was the exact opposite of Lance, making it seem impossible to even have a chance of being his friend, better yet boyfriend.

So Keith just let himself sink into his bed even further, his tear stained cheeks glistening, and drifted off to sleep... dreaming of Lance.