Meltdown.

آپ are having a meltdown and your face is failing to hide it. Your lips are part, your eyes widen all because of this guy standing before you. In all his Captain American (your nickname for him) Glory with his, what آپ just notice, large hands griping your umbrella. آپ glanced over your locker hoping, praying, that Narnia was just a leap away. Quickly آپ made a mental note to make a bonfire out of your Father’s fantasy books.

“Vash?” He called out, grabbing your attention once more. You… You… What do آپ do with this giant, then again standing at 5’3” anyone is a giant compared to you, which not only play but also hang with the same crowd that beats the living hell out of you? “I wanted to—“

Saved سے طرف کی the bell, without warning آپ slam your locker shut with the needed materials dangling from your arms and beeline to your 1st period. The hallways suddenly became a highway: mouths honking, heavy flow with exits with each turn and scurrying feet to make their destination. Nothing is new and everything is simple. Until over all the buzz of gibberish, آپ heard him.

Loud and clear and over the herd,” Vash let’s meet up after school, سے طرف کی the lunch yard!”

Don’t turn around, don’t turn around but most of all, do not turn around! Damn it, آپ turn your head. آپ just don’t listen do you? Despite all your claims from the night before about how آپ are not going to have any, any relations with Captain America. آپ blew it, آپ acknowledge him and now he is going to take advantage of the approval آپ gave for turning around and acknowledging him. Yeah, slap your forehead as آپ enter 1st period: Computer Applications.

An easy class to have in the morning, nothing too complicated for your drooping mind. آپ sat idly in front of the blaring screen, occasionally swooshing your chair causing your hanging feet to swing. Mr. Paulson was explaining a little too thrilling voice for the absent minded teenagers on how,” today, we will be learning how to make Menus in Microsoft Word!” Just like that, the excruciating 58-minute period started and each keystroke was slowly killing off some minutes. آپ mind was elsewhere and آپ realize that when Mr. Paulson stalked over and told you,” Vash, آپ been typing the same sentence for the last 5 minutes.”

“I am?” Yes آپ are. Staring at the sentence that was repeated about a dozen times.

“How about going to sleep early?” He joked, lightly patting your back before taking his leave to help another nameless student in your book.

Superman fingertips gently trace over the large chest of his fellow hero, his friend. He desperately searched for the slightest heartbeat, hoping he was wrong.

آپ brought your palm over your face in distress; this was not the time and most of all, not the place to work on your homoerotic fanfiction. Button smashing the Backspace key, آپ started to wonder if anybody in your classroom actually read fanfics. Deciding to survey of your classmates, آپ became conscious of a fact. آپ don’t know a single name.

“Did آپ need something, Vash?”

“Oh! No, no, no. Not at all, I was just…” آپ quit mid sentence and went straight back to the screen.

There wasn’t a chance in sight for آپ to get back to work. Sighing آپ saved whatever آپ had done, a عنوان in Broadway font, and went straight to the web. Trying to get your mind off of your stupidity, however just as the Wikipedia page loaded up your pocket vibrated. آپ felt your blood run cold while آپ fumble to take out your phone. A riddled neighbor was watching your pathetic display of being sly; she shook her head acknowledging your fail attempt. You, on the other hand, paid little attention to her peek.

Finally releasing your phone from the clutches of plaid, آپ بتھ, مرغابی behind the tower station beside your monitor and took a look. It was a message from one of your chums, Olivier یا what آپ saved her as: “Robin.”

“hey, hey, my little sources told me that آپ were talking to a certain blondy name Colt;)”

Great, the last person آپ wanted to know knows. Ducking آپ hear lower and deeper into the glaring screen, آپ quirky text back,” robin where did آپ hear that from???”

Off it went. Still, آپ kept your eyes locked onto the screen waiting for the اگلے message from your crazed friend. At the same time, آپ were experiencing a small دل attack, an attack that your fanboy دل knows all too well but damn it; this is not the good kind!

The phone slipped from your palms and landed straight onto the keyboard, to your luck, Olivier texted back. Just as the first vibrating resonated, آپ snatch the out-dated phone and quickly snapped your heard above the tower to see if anybody notice.

“a little birdy told me~”

“was it wg?!?!” سے طرف کی W.G. آپ mean Wonder Girl, یا what she is better known as Kairi.

“yup, she told me he was talking to آپ سے طرف کی your locker. Are آپ guys an item now;) didn’t know آپ had a blonde fetish, how are we going to break it rusty?”

“NO آپ ravaging butt!”

Just when آپ were about to send the message, s cough twitched your ear. Pulling up from the screen آپ saw it was Mr. Paulson with a stern look of disapproval.

“Vash.”

“Sorry, Mr. Paulson.” آپ apologize as آپ handed over your flip.

“Come after school to retrieve it.”

“Okay.”

When he left, آپ solemnly placed your head onto the ڈیسک and just wish over and over again to die there…. In reality on a (filthy) computer ڈیسک in a room filled with people آپ don’t even know but in fantasy, آپ were in the arms of your hero… Superma—Colt?!

Jumping up from your seat, آپ took another glance around the room. Good, no one notice your stupidity. Shaking your head in disgust, آپ return back to your work. Up until the گھنٹی, بیل rang.

After slipping out of 1st period, the rest of the evening was dreadful, almost painstaking irritating. Somehow the drone evolved to monotone, the chattering became idiotic no matter who’s in the conversation, even the once soothing AC filled Chem. lab felt like a jab straight to your bones.

When the afternoon came rolling around with the sound of grade B products being thrown away, آپ were head deep into your locker searching for textbook while Russ was standing beside آپ rambling on about how his contacts were killing him.

“….. So I might switch back to my glasses.” He leaned against the locker right اگلے to yours. “It’s not my first choice but it’s my only choice.”

“Isn’t still Soccer season?”

“Shit!” Russ slapped his forehead. “That reminds me…”

“Huh?” آپ began to withdraw from cavern, your lip biting onto the sleeve of Russ’ jacket.

“I forgot, fuck!”

Russ still had آپ in the dark. آپ watch him, wide eye, reach for his bag and slung the straps over his shoulders.

“Soccer meeting right now, I’ll see آپ later?”

آپ carefully shut your locker shut, your fingers barely peeking out the long sleeve.

“IRL?”

“Maybe, if anything I’ll let آپ know.”

“ ‘Kay.” آپ peep.

Russ just smiled, one of those smiles that get آپ all warm inside. آپ smile back and before آپ know it, he yanks آپ آگے and wrapped his arms around you. After getting over the initial stinging, it felt nice. The warmth of the برداشت, ریچھ hug making آپ feel all cozy, as if آپ were sitting in front of the fireplace reading some,” Action Comics.”

“You know where to find me if anything.”

Like that Russ was gone, mixing with the overpopulating crowd. It was hard to spot him since he wasn’t wearing his signature green lettermen. Reasoning being that you, yes you, are wearing it. Seeing there’s no point of staring into the abyss, آپ turn around to the other direction. However in mid step آپ were caught off guard سے طرف کی a new pair of hands. Your back slammed against the locker, already people began to turn their cheeks and shuffle away. Your glasses slide down the bridge of your nose, your vision becoming blurred yet آپ could still make out the blue irises staring, glaring at you. Under his smoldering glare, آپ shuddered from his smolder.

“Vash, who was that?” His farm boy accent prompt, an accent آپ were teased for never having. “Huh?”

“Russell.” آپ whimper while آپ avert your glance elsewhere.

The pressure against your shoulders started to become overbearing, آپ hoped they wouldn’t pop out of place. آپ kicked your feet down only swiping air; quickly آپ brought your gaze back to him. It was Colt. His face contorted with anger and آپ don’t know why.

“You’re… You’re hurting me.” آپ admit while آپ hands ringed his wrist.

Suddenly, آپ dropped. Your body slammed against the floor as گدھے کو, گدھی banged his heels away, ignoring your puzzlement with ease. Nonetheless, آپ picked yourself up brushing off the dirt from plaid pants. آپ took another glance towards Colt, who was making way for the wet yard. آپ notice that گدھے کو, گدھی was walking rather… fast. Maybe he was in hurry that’s why he didn’t slap آپ around, who knows? All آپ know is, if گدھے کو, گدھی does finish whatever task at hand آپ need to make out of school fast.

گدھے کو, گدھی was no Ivan, that much آپ know already. Ivan has strength of an average football player whereas گدھے کو, گدھی is beyond those years. آپ squeezed your shoulders in remembrance, his warmth still lingers. Maybe آپ were just imagining it: the inhuman pressure. Colt’s thumbing sat snuggly over your petite shoulders, his thick fingers digging into your shoulders. Anybody could do that, but… That look he gave you. The sensation rattling throughout your body like a heat wave, causing sparks to fly. آپ shuddered at the thought. What were you, a masochistic?

آپ pondered upon these thoughts as آپ slip under the whole underneath the fence. Ditching school is a no big deal for you, in fact آپ rather be ہوم all دن experimenting on your latest findings یا chatting with your chums over the Internet. However, Russ speaks otherwise.

The relationship between آپ and Russ is complicated at best; the only clearance آپ ever gain was that آپ consider him as a bro. Still, آپ couldn’t help but to think he wants to be مزید than that, the way he treats you, hugs you, touches you. It’s different from Olivier for sure. Naturally آپ weren’t the only one receiving these vibes, a lot of girls treat آپ like سیکنڈ class if not completely shun you. Unlike you, Russ is a مقبول guy: Charismatic, athletic, adventurous and handsome. You, on the other hand, are nothing like that. آپ doubt that you’ll ever become like that: you’re social awkward, آپ consider sports as witchcraft, آپ prefer your comfort zone and buckteeth, and glasses are not bringing in the men.

Sighing, آپ keep walking on the lonesome street. Russ is a cool guy and no doubt آپ love him like a bro. He was the first person آپ came out the closet to, all he کہا was,” is that suppose to change anything?” and gave آپ this confuse look. آپ didn’t get it until afterwards but he wasn’t confused at all, in fact he was enlightened. آپ smile at the thought whereas آپ bawl you’re eyes out at the time because آپ thought he was making fun of you.

Homosexuality is a hard thing to live with, especially in a small community here in Kansas. آپ have yet to come out the closet but what’s the point where there’s already a rumor going around. آپ look at your sleeve-covered hands: this جیکٹ was the ذریعہ of the problems.

It all star—

Honks of the horn blare and disrupt your flow, آپ turn to your left and hello came the semi truck. آپ froze, body becoming tense. آپ stare like a deer caught in the headlights oh dear is this right?

Reflexively آپ brought your hands over your face in a lame attempt of defense. آپ ready for impact, ready for the tears of your father and mother to drop. آپ were ready for the worst. Yet, nothing came except the scraps of the snarling metal. آپ drop your hands just like your jaw dropped.

The semi was put to the stop but not سے طرف کی the brakes it was supplied with. Human, a being with his red cape slumping over his bare shoulder, stopped it سے طرف کی the sapphire boots he stomp in. He glances from behind his tussle blonde hair already آپ quiver underneath his gaze.

“Who are you?" Your mind taking over your vocals.