Press space oml its hecking cheesy also might draw them together cuz why not <~~ Read this first #Eliox
Eliot had only walked to the park for comfort. He didn't feel like taking his grey, rusty bike because it always creaked, and the sharp parts dug into his knees. After coming home, he'd have bruises on his legs because the seat was too low, and--well, you get the point. Central park was always comforting to him. Hearing the high pitched squeals of re-united people, the coziness of the trees surrounding him, it was all wonderful. It was almost sort of an escape for him, eavesdropping on the latest gossip, and strolling casually on the side walk. Occasionally he'd bring his sketchbook here, but it was usually very late when he came, so he only had a little while to draw. It was 9:45AM now, so he would come home in 30 minuets or less. When he turned the corner, he saw that the sky was grey. Fluffy clouds were lined up and prevented the blue to show. A little bit of rain wont hurt. When I looked back down, I was face to face with my 'bestie'. Or that's what people called us. Some people in our homeroom called us boyfriends, but I told them to frick off, and they did. His name was Max. Max Diaz. We met at a club somewhere a few miles down. We talked and I realized that we were going to be in the same high school next year. He was also the first proud Gay person I ever met. It would always make me a little uncomfortable everytime he--I dunno, flirted with me ? Or the time when I had to change out of my swimsuit in front of him, or sleep in the same bed as him at sleepovers, but it wasn't that bad unless he made a weird comment. I flashed back into reality and realized I was staring directly at his abs. Frick. Frrrriiick. I look back up at his face, flustered. He grins, and surprisingly his comment isn't too bad. "You like em' ?" He says in a stupid voice. I've heard way worse. Any less, he's still taking to loud and NO I don't. I cover my red face with my hand. "No, Max. Their ugly." I say, trying hard not to smile. He looks directly at me and removes my hand from my face. "What's wrong ?" He pouts, and it looks like he's trying to hold in laughter. I can instantly feel my face getting hotter. "N-nothing." I say. I stuttered. Like an idiot. Friiiiiickkkk. Though I do have a 113 IQ so actually, I'm pretty smart. I realize something. My heart is beating. Really fast. I..do I like him ?
