imagine the faculty holding a fundraiser where students can pay to throw a pie at their teachers' faces, and mr. styles is the first one to sign up as a volunteer
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when i got home that night, i had a feeling that things were going to be different. i knew with every bone in my body that things had changed. to what extent or degree, i wasn't sure, but things were not going to be the same from that point.
i replayed our conversations over and over again in my mind. he was unlike anyone i had ever met. no one had ever genuinely tried to get to know me like he did, and no one appreciated my humour and taste in music. the way he watched my mouth as i spoke, trying to catch every syllable that escaped my lips; i hadn't realized i wanted that until he did it.
mr. styles was one in a million and it was hard to ignore that fact. he had a childlike side that was playful and goofy and funny, but then, when necessary, he would turn into a full blown adult and his vocabulary would expand and his wisdom would pour out. his gaze held you as if you were the only person in the room, not because he kept you on a pedestal but because he wanted you to know you had his undivided attention. being polite was second nature to him and he couldn't hurt a fly even if he wanted to; his heart was pure gold.
maybe it had been too long since i was last social with anyone besides my parents, but his friendship was suddenly all i was craving. our personalities were so in sync with each other, and i couldn't get enough of it. very quickly i had to reign my thoughts back in. we couldn't be friends. it wasn't allowed. end of story.
i needed a distraction.
remembering the last thing mr. styles said to me that night, i dug around my desk until i found the list of books for the year. the choices were a bit underwhelming, especially since i had already read half of them. i could have picked the ones that i knew, and aced any papers on them, but for some reason i decided i wanted to challenge myself. a part of me had also wanted to impress mr. styles.
i grabbed a highlighter and made my selections then began to work on what little homework had been assigned that first week. it didn't matter that it was almost two in the morning, i liked having sundays free. in almost no time, my assignments were finished and i was on my way to sleep. as i washed my face, i replayed our conversations in my head yet again ((probably for the thirtieth time that night)).
my bed called to me, and i collapsed onto it, exhausted from that day.
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sunday morning creeped up on me and i was awoken only six hours after finally falling asleep. my slumber was disturbed by my dog, dickens, who had decided to cuddle. and by cuddle, i mean that he laid across me despite the fact that he was almost one hundred pounds. i groaned as the large dog suffocated me, then gently pushed him off.
downstairs my mom had crepes waiting for me, so i ate some breakfast then ran back up to my bedroom. i looked around, trying to figure what to do that day. my eyes drifted over to dickens as he watched me from my bed.
with my eyes wide, i called to him in a high pitched, excited voice, "dickens!" he quickly ran up to me as i continued, "hi boy! good boy! wanna go for a hike today? yeah? yeah? okay!"
quickly, i went into my closet and threw on some athletic clothes and a baseball cap. calling after my dog, i headed back down to the first floor and searched for our leash. after a fifteen minute search, dickens and i were in the cab of my truck and on our way to our favorite hiking spot. his head hung out of the window as the wind blew through his fur.
add dickens to my list of friends. he was my bestest friend. my number one. we got him when i was ten and he was by my side through absolutely everything. so, my best friends were my parents and my dog. it might be sad, but i was okay with it.
the hike up only takes about forty-five minutes, but with dickens stopping to sniff everything, it took even longer. the tree covered path was covered in a faded light, hues of green everywhere. i admired the way sunshine broke through the layers of the canopy, leaving unique patterns on the ground. autumn would be coming soon, and the heat of summer was quickly fading. my mind, of course, reverted to the previous night at the concert. i was sure that it would haunt me for eternity.
after we made it all the way up to the top, we sat for a long time enjoying the view. it was like an escape. i took dickens's leash off so that he could run around the forest. the area had been unusually empty, but when other people finally did show up, i wished they hadn't. a group of guys from my school came walking up the trail, and one of them went over to pet dickens.
i tried to ignore them, but my dog came running up to me, followed by the boy.
"hi wesley," he greeted nervously. i could tell that he thought i was going to bite his head off. i wanted to. "is this your dog?"
since he wasn't being obnoxious, i decided to be social and answered, "yeah. we were just leaving, actually. come on dickens!"
i began to put the leash on when lance spoke again and asked, "what kind is he?"
watching him kneel down next to me to pet my dog, i rolled my eyes. "a bernese mountain dog. goodbye, lance."
"wesley, what's wrong? i haven't even done anything."
"you're bothering me," i retorted.
"well i'm not trying to!" he defended.
annoyed, i replied, "that doesn't mean you aren't bothersome. i'm leaving now."
"wait!" he said as he caught my arm. i yanked it away, glaring at him. "why do you have to go so soon? we weren't bothering you, were we?"
i began to feel bad for my hostility, but still wanted to go home. "no," i said in a more gentle tone, "we've just been here a while, and i'm hungry. so. yeah. bye."
"i'll see you around school!" he shouted as i made my way back down the trail. "goodbye dickens!"
recognizing his name, dickens barked excitedly, pulling back towards the peak. i turned to look and saw lance watching me and smirking. the entire walk down was ruined by the thought of him following us, but he never did.
when i arrived back home i released dickens into the backyard then went to take a shower. downstairs my parents were relaxing in the sun room. i joined them and sat in silence as they both were quietly doing their own thing. when my dad spoke up, it startled my mother and i.
"so, wesley," he began, "when do we finally get to meet a boy?"
"richard," my mom chuckled.
rolling my eyes but still amused i replied, "well, dad, that would require meeting a boy."
"wow, well you'd think with all of the money i spend on makeup and clothing for you, you'd be able to meet one," my dad teased.
"ooh, good point. this must be really hard for you then."
my mom then chimed in, saying, "as long as you give me grandkids before i'm dead, i'll be happy."
as she left to go make dinner, i yelled after her, "too bad i want to become a nun!"
that was how sundays usually went. i would run off and do whatever for the morning and early afternoon, then we would all be together for the remainder of the day. little did they know that i had met a boy, i just wasn't allowed to know him like that.
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a/n
sooo a little bit longer, but i promise promise promise that once they get into the swing of things, there will be much much more dialogue and longer chapters.
thank you to anyone reading this story. i appreciate you immensely.
xx. ashton

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