Tom,Dick and Harry

night

I ruffle my hair and rub my hands against each other. I pace in queues of the school corridor of the East wing of St.Augustus All Boys School. My 15 year old body trembles. I'm going to tell Night about the way I feel. 'Right, I can do this. It'll be fine. Just tell him you've loved him your entire life. No big deal.'

The bell rings, and boys rush into the narrow ways to another windowless room. They push, they laugh, they swear. I never was able to be one of those boys. I was the weird kid who eats his lunch by the trash. The only one who didn't see me like that was Night. Honestly, he was the only friend other than Legacy I've ever had.

I see him. My Night in shining armour. He walks in and he shines like the sun. His raven hair falls over his gray eyes and his army of goons horse around and shove him to the side.

His eyes fall on me. The gray shines for me. His crescent smile was for me.
He was made for me.

I shuffle my feet towards the boy and his dumbbellesdorks. They don't even look towards this pile of burning flesh. "Hi Tom." Said Night in his husky voice. "Um, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah sure." He answered turning to his 'friends' to say goodbye. "Careful Night. Don't let that faggot touch you."
Sneered Harry. I gulped down on my vomit. Did he know? What an Asshole!

"Fuck off Har. Go find a another boy to trouble." I gave the raven Lord a thankful stare. I don't know what that means. But I did do it.

"Come on Tom." He sighed. "I don't know why I hang out with those-those cactus fucking bums!" Huh, not how I imagined my coming out to the love of my life. But, okay.

"Night, I don't know how to say this."
"It's okay tom, you can tell me anything. You're my Friend."
Fuck. He just used the F-word.
Not.Good.

"Okay," this is a bad idea.
"Night," this is a bad idea .
"I"this is a BAD idea.
"Um" this is a HORRIBLE idea.
"I love you." Great.

"I love you too." Wait. What!
"Bro." NOOOOOOOO
"No, not like that." This is the WORST IDEA EVER.

His ever constant smile disappears. My vocabulary is now if only one word F...AM. What! That doesn't even make sense! Great job author!

"Um.Thanks you." Shit. I broke Night.
"Bye" he ran away. The love of my life. Running off into the sunset, away from me.

I feel like the Titanic. And I didn't even have sex before sinking.

I drag my drag queen ass back to my cave. And never see the light of Night.
I was done. I just wanted to go cry in Legacy's arms for eternity.

"I KNEW IT!" Boomed a voice. It was Harry and his Porkers. "You're a little fag aren't ya. You know what we do to homos here? We roast their meat to make their medium rare." Wow. For a dumbelle, he has a way with words.

Harry, now seven feet, closes up on me. His eyes were fired with passion, a passion to kill. "Get him." He orders calmly. His infinite supply of boys are now surrounding me. This is it. I'm gonna die. At least, I don't have to have that awkward conversation with Night.

I brace myself.

A tsunami of boys crash into my puddle.I can't breathe. I see arms swinging. I feel it. The blood wanting to rush out. One punch was like a thousand fires.

My body hurts. I feel nothing. I feel everything. I'm hurt. They don't stop. They never stop.

"What's going on?" Said the husky voice I fell for. Night breaks off the group of boys to see my bruised body curled up. Looking up at him in awe and gratitude.

His face that was filled with concern, now looked blank. The starry Night is covered with gray. He moves the boys  away. He kneels in to my still crumpled body. "Let me have a piece of this Faggot."

My heart sinks. My head spins. My eyes cry. My nose bleeds. My love breaks.

WHAM! There goes my heart.
BAAM! There goes my happiness.
SLAM! There goes my stomach.

I longed for Night's touch since the day I saw him. Who knew it would be like this. But his touch was better and no touch at all. My body is aching but my heart is singing. Singing as it cries.

Night rises and takes a step back to look at his piece of work. "You stay the fuck away from me. You stay the fuck away from this school. If I ever see you again, I swear to god. You won't breathe again."