He couldn't stop thinking about the boy.
He would try to distract himself with the people in front of him, with the bottle spinning around in circles.
It would land on him, he would laugh and kiss the blushing girl.
Yet, he mind kept going back to the boy, to those clear, blue eyes.
Someone grabbed his arm.
Looked at him in concern.
He shrugged and stood up.
This didn't happen to him.
He didn't know what to think.
What was so special about the boy with the blue eyes?
He moved away from the group on the floor.
Into a corridor, alone.
He tried to think about something else, anything else.
But he could not.
He groaned.
He remembered sitting on the roof with the boy.
Trying not to get lost in his eyes.
Coming inside.
But always remembering that boy.
He closed his eyes tightly.
Rubbed them to clear his head, even though he felt no longer drunk.
Why?
YOU ARE READING
One Night (boyxboy)
Short StoryIn one night everything he thought he knew changed. In one night he fell in love. With a boy.
