Traveling is not a me thing. My gay agenda will never like to travel. The Traveling job description goes like: be organized, on time, enough of this enough of that. Traveling can get hit by a car, another way of traveling, so basically man slaughter.
My mind works in weird ways, like how I'm in love with my best friend dax, he and I are moving to Toronto. He's a straight handsome guy that has never payed much physical attraction to me. However I am physically attracted to him.
I'm only 19, but for how long I've lived for there's this voice inside my mind, that just tells me I am a gay man. And that's indefinitely true. And dax, is the one person I will forever love. But he's straight forward about being straight, he doesn't know I like him though.
I meet up with him for coffee at Dunkin, I sit at our table and he orders. He comes back and hands me my cold espresso. "It's cool they let people off the bus to stop for things."
"I mean it is a 30 hour drive." We both smile and we sip our drinks.
"So? Any guys you have your eye on lately?" ~Only you~ I think in my complicated brain. "Not really. Timmothee chalemate is pretty cute" he laughs at my response "please, I'm not gay and I think that timmothee chalemate is God dam hot. Not pretty cute" he's the absolute love of my life.
Reasons why I'm in love with dax.
1. He's cute!
2. He smells like fall
3. He loves horror movies
4. He plays violin
5. He's athletic
6. He's compassionate and kind for others
7. I will worship at his feet till he dates me, or just caves in.
Dax and I have been friends for over 16 years, if he had feelings for me sooner or later I wish he could tell me.
We walk out together, my ginger hair blowing in my face. I need a haircut. He takes the other bus, and I take the one I came in, not his. When I get on the bus, I head to the back to find my seat. When I get there, a person sits in my seat. they're a girl.
"Oh hi! Is this your spot?" She smiles. I smile back. "Yeah sorry. You can sit there." She looks down "no, here sit beside me" I say. "Why thank you." I sit down.
"Hi, I'm Priscila Pedersen" we shake hands. "You are?"
"Oh, Jaxson cogs." She smiles.
"This is going to be fun."
Song representing this:
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the violin school for lovers and masquerades.
RandomA 19 year old boy named dax colplor is sent to a music school to learn how to become a violinist, where he meets Priscila Pederson. this girl is the girl of his dreams, she's really perfect for him. she also is an upcoming violinist, she plays well...
