• I could feel his cold minty breath down my neck. It gave me bloody gooseflesh! Still, I couldn’t move; my body simply would not allow it. Or was it that I subconsciously wanted this?

    Subconsciously want this guy to turn me into his pet? No. ********. ARIGATOU.

    So why aren’t you moving, stupid?

    I swear to God if he doesn’t move his hands back up I will.

    I felt a bead of sweat trickle down my temple and licked my lips decisively.

    “Hey, man. I’m not into this kind of crap. So if you could jus…“

    His finger stopped my words, oddly enough. Why was I so attracted to him that I obeyed his every command? Why didn’t I bite that arrogant finger?

    “Shh… Just relax. Why are you so tense, dude?”

    Dude?

    If he tells me to drop down, I’m ******** running.


    Man that dream was getting on my nerves, progressing each night, until my dream-self-one of those days- was going to lose his virginity before I did.


    “Hey chirp!”

    My hands balled into fists and I huffed angrily, but didn’t turn around. I took the books out of my locker and stormed away with a final slam of the door. I was up to my ankles in weekend homework. Why were they starting crap so late? They had all the opportunity to during the classes I was stuck with them in. Damn, they were stupid bimbos.

    “Probably going to that gay club,” one of them said, emphasizing the key word as if it were going to bother me.

    “Au revoir and good riddance shitheads”, I growled, stomping and abusing my poor book-bag, dragging it on the floor down the hallway.


    “Ricky! Jesus loves you woman! Where’ve you been?! “

    I walked into Mrs. Faulkner’s classroom to see my best friend Nicole sprawl herself out like a starfish on the floor. I ran over to her and took a seat in her lap and her hand began to sexually assault my hair.

    “Damn, Ricky. What’s the occasion this time,“ a voice asked incredulously. I gazed up and saw a flaming, black-haired gay man leaning back on a desk, staring at my hair through one lovely blue eye. “I’m gonna start calling you Reese’s.”

    I suppose I deserved this name. My hair had turned from a dark magenta with electric blue streaks back to its original peanut-butter blonde (color courtesy of Niinii) with light umber highlights and darker brown streaks over the break. I always ended up subconsciously putting a theme to my hair when I got it done.

    “s**t, today’s Friday!” I was so used to these random outbursts, but they still made me giggle. I sat back and nodded sympathetically as the others called Nicole a special child.

    “Hey, Michal, Wanna spend the night tonight?”

    “Does your mom approve of a guy spending the night with you,” Michal asked, arching a thin eye brow at me, but grinning impishly.

    “Is your mind on sex,” I asked, faking seriousness. “Well, now that you mention it, I’ve never done a guy before…” I muttered to myself. Nicole cried out and tapped me on the head repeatedly.

    “For shame! Hey Captain Rainbows, don’t whore yourself out to a woman you can’t even satisfy!”

    Michal, smiling and shrugging said, “You’re right… but I’ve known her longer, so we’re already quite friendly.”

    “Oh no’s! Don’t fight over Rickety Crickety. She’ll kick your asses,” Reyna fake-fretted, tiptoeing over to us, wringing her hands. She was so short, probably the shortest of all of us. Her white blonde hair bounced in her signature messy bun as she jumped into Michal’s arms bridal style.

    “’Ello Dolly,” Michal greeted smoothly, smiling and eyeing the small innocent angel like a gentleman with hidden motives.

    “Bonjour mounsier. Care for some cake,” she offered just as smoothly, returning his gaze. Oh, did I say angel? Silly me. I meant pansexual little midget. No, I’m joking. That wasn’t her.

    “Hot emo man back here!” The whole room went rolling as Michal dropped Reyna, even Reyna.

    “I love you darlin’, but I need a man who’s not afraid to cry in front of me.” He winked.

    “Cut the craptalk, sir! We all know you’re still into women,” Nicole yelled, yanking my hair as she spoke. Michal narrowed his eyes to nearly slits, his eye brows furrowed as he stared in our direction, now leaning forward. It took me a moment to realize what he was staring at, when all of a sudden his eyes popped open and his eye brows shot up.

    “Oh-p! Yep. It’s still there!” The whole GSA laughed as Nicole made a very appalled face and noise to match and pulled up her shirt to hide her bubs.

    “Yes, sometimes I’m all rainbows and butterflies, and then others…”

    Sweet Jesus, I have no idea where the rose came from but he took it in his mouth and dipped Reyna like he’s been practicing.

    “Sir, I hate to interrupt your straight fantasy, but while you’re gay, you’re going to have to control that glitter gland when you come over; you know that.”

    “Yeah, yeah. You’re step’s all, ‘Gays are bad! It’s just a life style! Dagnabbit woman! Where’s mah sponge bath?’” I cracked up as he impersonated my mom’s boyfriend as a wheezy old man, rapping his cane. Well, he did act like one sometimes.

    That’s how the GSA operates when there’s nothing to do, goofing around, even Mrs. Faulkner, and then we go home (or whoever’s house we decide to crash at that day. In this case, it was mine.). Michal said that he would join us later on. He wasn’t lying, arriving around seven, looking the straightest I’d ever seen him.

    “I came for the booze,” he muttered, shifting his eyes about the front porch. God, I loved his Mountain Dew hat. He looked too fine in it though, so I wasn’t going to steal it.

    “Did I miss the pool party?” I pulled the towel off of my head and sexed up my hair some more. I had changed from my school clothes (Damn uniforms.), to something more suitable for night-crawling.

    Froster anyone? No? Just me? They sucked.

    Halfway through the second parking lot, Michal got a text message. Good God, that man texted? I turned around to stare at him incredulously, but was in for a real surprise.

    Frozen was how I describe him, motionless. His mouth was a thin line. The only seemingly calm, relaxed part of him was his cerulean eyes illuminated by the light of his black razor, his thumbs hovering over the buttons, contemplating how to reply to the message. He was both the most still and silent that I had ever acknowledged him.

    “What’s up Mike? Your dog die?”

    “He has a cat,” I corrected in a low mumble, and Nicole shrugged.

    “It barks.”

    I stepped closer to him, but to my shock and slight irritation, he flipped his phone closed and stuck it in his pocket, taking a breath, doing that kind of stare where you don’t really know what to focus on. His cheeks were painted a deep blush pink. Niinii didn’t seem to notice this, so I didn’t push it and allow her to.

    Mike was pretty good at covering up his feelings the rest of the evening after our little midnight stroll. Nicole had crashed like a date rape victim (simile courtesy of Michal), and now it was just me and him out on my front porch, me in my rocker and him situated strangely on the porch swing. It had to have been almost midnight.

    “What are you thinking about?”

    I shrugged, a lot of things. “What are you thinking about?”

    “A lot… School, home… Mori…” I smiled. He really did love that little calico fuzz ball. He’d probably cry if she died. Aw, bad thought, I just made myself sad.

    We carried on this laconic-in-nature conversation until he finally brought up something that could possibly lead into who that was that had texted him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening and staring at it. Had he saved the message? Aw, I wanted to know, but I wasn’t going to bother him about it.

    Am I?

    “So… how’s life?”

    “I’m living it… I guess it’s just… okay, nothing amazing, nothing horrible.”

    “Hey, that’s my line.” We both laughed halfheartedly.

    No.

    “…If it’s not too horribly meddling of me to ask…”

    “Shoot.”

    “Who texted you earlier?”

    Yes.

    He was silent. I stole a glance and found him staring at the screen again, a faraway look in his eyes. Was he going to answer me? Was he even…there? He suddenly closed it again, along with his eyes. His response threw me for a loop of possibilities limitless to the sixteen-year-old imagination.

    A friend.