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Boy meets boy, boys fall in love, boys are separated, boys meet once again. It's the ideal start to the perfect romance cliché. Unforgotten love meets High School relationships, expect a ton of fluff and angst.
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(TW: Homophobic slurs will be used in this chapter, proceed with caution if this makes you uncomfortable in any way.)
Turns out, the reason I had been called to the Principal's office was exactly what you'd expect. I had been chosen to give Ethan the "introduction tour." The "tour" was basically a glorified walk around the school, pointing out classes and all that. Of course, afterwards, you were expected to click and become fast friends. Although that rarely happened, and if it wasn't for our unexpected meeting earlier, I would've abandoned him the minute my duties where fulfilled. God, this day is turning into some cliché fairy tale, isn't it? (self-deprecating 4th wall breakage hahaha)
"I already did a personal tour during the summer, you can ditch me already," Ethan mumbled in dismay, keeping his eyes glued to the linoleum floors beneath us. Confusion swept me, how could such a cheerful seeming kid suddenly be so negative? I'm friendly enough, aren't I?
I paused before replying in the softest tone I could muster, "I wouldn't dream of it."
Ethan only smiled, as if satisfied with my answer. I smiled back.
The rest of the day was terribly mundane, Ethan and I shared only one class, and that class had already passed by the time we were excused from the Principal's office. After school, I met Ethan at the gates. We hadn't arranged to walk together, it was an unspoken bilateral arrangement. It began to drizzle, and I pulled my jacket out of my bag. I glanced over at Ethan who's hair was dripping with tiny crystals.
My eyes were drawn to him, and I gazed longingly at his face. I wanted to pause time, to just stop everything, everyone, and study him for hours. His cocoa brown eyes glistened and shone as if the entire universe was hidden away in them. A pink dust of blush flushed his face as he fidgeted with the hem of his striped shirt, and I was suddenly aware of his lack of clothing.
Not in that way, you imbecile.
His arms shivered in the icy rain, indicating he must've been cold. The jacket resting in my hands drooped down and brushed against my knees, reminding me of its presence. Ethan glanced over and our eyes met. I shoved the jacket into his arms, stuttering furiously as I stammered out something resembling a sentence.
"You look cold. I don't want you to get sick." My voice was a barely audible whisper, but Ethan draped the jacket over his shoulders, smiling in thanks.
It rained the rest of the way home. Not enough to be particularly cinematic but enough to be uncomfortable. Hence why I sighed in relief when the porch of my apartment block peaked out from the mist.
"Well, this is my house.." I confirmed in the most awkward fashion humanly possible.
Just then, like the sky was speaking to me, a crash of thunder echoed around us. I could almost hear Zeus's voice boom in my ears. Maybe I could, reality does feel weirdly altered today.
