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Middle School

(Nolan)

"I wonder if I can get pimple boy to do Ms. Tales homework for me." Jake, the most annoying and smelliest out of the group of boys spoke out loud.

The rest of the boys laughed along to the pathetic insult except for Nolan, who was really the quiet but doesn't take shit from anyone, guy in the group.

"What happened to your fingers?" Nolan murmured.

"They don't feel like doing shit this weekend, that's what." He commented, emitting another set of laughter from the small group of four boys plus Nolan.

"Yeah, count me in Jake. Where is the nerd anyway?"

"Probably off kissing the teachers arse,"

With that said Nolan sighed and slammed his locker shut, walking away from the group.

"Hey Tomlinson! Where you going?"

"For lunch! I'm hungry," He replied loudly, hastening his steps to refrain from them asking anymore questions.

Honestly, he wasn't in the mood. He's just got his phone taken away from his dad, he skipped breakfast, and failed that Maths test he's just studied for last night. He couldn't imagine it getting any worse than it is now.

The lunch room was packed when he got there so he decided he'd rather just grab something from the vending machine and save himself the agony of an irrelevant conversation.

He wasn't antisocial by any means, popular with everyone really, but sometimes a guy needed a break from being so social.

After getting himself two cadburys from the machine, he made his way into the gym where the coach didnt mind a few people eating there from time to time. Nolan didnt make it a habit to sit here, but he did like to watch the boys play the intense game that is basketball. They had a decent team, he'd say.

It was after he finished his second bar, wiping his mouth roughly with the back of his hand, was when he saw him. Anyone could have seen the lad a mile away, what with his bright multicolored flared skirt and bright pink top, he was practically a beacon.

He watched as the boy walked bright and confident towards the coach who looked a little bit more than bewildered than appropriate.

Nolan watched the transaction with curiosity. Despite the out of this world outfit the boy had such a delicate face with soft angles rather than shary, buttery tanned skin and curly dirty blonde hair. He was also short, probably 5'3 the most.

When his eyes were able to snap away from the sight, he watched as some of the boys from the team snickered and pointed at the small lad, clearly amused by something.

The lad didn't seem to notice though or care for that matter because he simply jutted his chin towards the ceiling and walked out the gym completely un-phased by the looks he was receiving.

***

It so happened that the boy was placed into Nolan's fourth period block; Maths. It so happened that he was also placed right next to Nolan in the back row of the class.

"Hi," Nolan turned his head towards the voice. It was all light and sugary, if that made any sense. It just sounded so --sweet.

"Hello," Nolan replied, a little awkwardly. The boy was grinning with clean straight white teeth, his gleaming hazel eyes flecked with gold, twinkling.

"I'm Christopher but I prefer Chrissy. What's your name?"

"Its uh, Nolan." He spoke softly.

"Thats cute. What if I called you Noly?" The boy placed his pens and such on the table.

And for some reason unbeknownst to him, Nolan found himself saying, "Whatever you want."

That brought a wide smile to Chrissy's lips, his eyes twinkling. "I think I like Nolan better then."

They didn't really communicate anymore after their first conversation, only when necessary in their math class   but Nolan still watched Chrissy on the sidelines. Sometimes he wished Chrissy continued the conversation, since Nolan lacked talent in that area but the boy never did anything but wave and say his polite hellos as he walked into the class.

Nolan watched him as people snickered and made fun of him, called him really bad names, and even played silly pranks on him. The boy didn't really seemed fazed though.

It was mainly Jake and some more kids who deemed themselves higher than anyone else, but nonetheless Nolan started to get really annoyed by it until one day he snapped.

He had warned Jake, he warned him days before to quit messing with the innocent kid. It was the day when Jake was being a right arsehole to everyone because he got verbally dragged by his longtime crush. But this time, he targeted Chrissy against Nolan's clear instructions.

He was walking back to the locker room after a sweaty gym period of playing football when suddenly he heard the tell-tale noise of sobs echoing. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, rounding each isle filled with lockers before finally noticing a small body sat with his knees to his chest and a hand clutching his jaw.

"Chrissy?" He knew those rainbow colors from anywhere.

The boy looked up, surprised at first before looking away, his hazel eyes glossed with sadness. The left side of his cheek was an ugly red/ purple bruise that looked ready to swell up any second.

Nolan had suddenly become angry, his fists clenching tightly. "Who was it?"

The boy shook his head and if anything, it made Nolan even angrier, his chest searing with rage. "Who. Was. It?"

Chrissy sniffled once and Nolan watched in despair as his lips wobbled with a new onslaught of tears. "Jake and his friends."

"What did they do?"

Chrissy released a shaky breath and outstretched his arms that were red with harsh welts against his creamy skin. "I didn't want to move from my seat or "their seat" in Jake's words, so he pushed me down the bleachers and I-"

Not letting him finish the rest of the words, Nolan spun around and rushed out the locker room in search for Jake and his friends.

***

He beat the shit out of him.

Nolan didn't know what had come over him because Jake had been his friend for years, and friends don't knock out other friends. But the moment he saw the kids face, an anger indescribable to anything else overtook him and before he knew it he was being pulled back for pummeling Jakes face in.

"It was my fault." All eyes turned to the boy who's head was hung dolefully, a sharp contrast to his bright colored outfit.

"No!" Nolan sat up straight. "It was his fault." He pointed to Jake with bruises all over his face. "He pushed Chrissy down the bleachers so I punched his ugly face in. I told him not to mess with him anymore."

"Nolan..." He heard his dad sigh.

It was after the meeting with the head principal that Nolan found himself walking quietly behind his dad towards his car. He had already told his dad the real story and how he definitely wasn't sorry for his actions at all.

About to open the door to the car, Nolan suddenly heard his name being called behind him.

"Nolan, wait up!" He spun around, watching as Chrissy ran towards him, his dirty blonde hair extenuated in the sun.

"Uh," The boy started off. Nolan couldn't hep but mesmerize into his pretty sea blue eyes all wide and does like. "I just wanted to say sorry for getting you in trouble. I didn't mean to cause any trouble, Mr.Tomlinson."

"It's fine." Nolan and his dad said at the same time, both laughing in surprise afterwards.

Chrissy beamed at them then his expression turned coy as he wrapped a stray blonde curl behind his ear. "Thanks for always sticking up for me anyways." Then he raised on his toes and planted a kiss on Nolan's cheek.

And perhaps at that moment, it was the first time he realized he couldn't get enough of the boy.

************

To say they talked everyday from then on was an understatement. It started off slow at first because Chrissy was still a little apprehensive with talking to Nolan, for reasons still unbeknownst to him, but after a week meeting at lunch and talking after school became a thing of the norm.

Nolan's social status stayed constant for the most part, except for the cold shoulders he was getting from Jake and his friends, but otherwise that people were pretty scared to mess with him now. And it wasn't exactly a bad feeling.

"Your dad is really pretty."

Nolan turned to Chrissy, his eyes watering from the wind as the swing descended and pushed forward. "My dad?"

"Uh-huh." Chrissy replied, swinging the same speed. "You guys look nothing alike. You're all masculine." He smiled coyly, stopping his swinging.

Nolan felt his cheek heat up. "Masculine?" He mumbled, his legs ceasing its movement so he ended up beside Chrissy's swing.

"Yeah. Like," Chrissy giggled and leaned over to squeeze Nolan's biceps."You've got big muscles."

Nolan flushed from head to toe, his eyes averting from the petite blonde. "I don't have muscles, Chrissy."

"You've got bigger muscles than me." He laughed and Nolan laughed along to because it was true. Chrissy's body was short and small but his hips were effeminately curved. Nolan sometimes became bewildered with how perfect his body was.

And his face, all long lashes and pouty lips, he was by far the prettiest guy he's ever seen.

"You live with both your stepfather and dad?" Chrissy asked, returning to pushing the swing back and forth. Nolan sat still and watched him.

"No. Just my dad and my brother." He mumbled, watching Chrissy's fluffy hair blow in the wind. "What about you?"

"Well, I'm an only child." His bottom lip jutted out sadly. "I wish I had one though."

Nolan chuckled and shook his head. "Trust me, you don't want that."

"You don't like your brother?"

"I do." Nolan insisted. "I love him but I'm just thinking about all the things I could get away with if I was an only child."

Chrissy removed one hand from the swing and covered his mouth as he giggled in fits. Nolan beamed at him, watching in pure fascination.

"You're not wrong. My dad lets me get away with most stuff. I love him to bits." His smiled softly and looked away, his eyes suddenly dimming. "Sometimes I wonder if he does it because he feels sorry for me."

"Sorry for you?" Nolan asked, confused.

He stayed silent for a moment as he brought his swing to a slow halt. He suddenly looked smaller than usual, making paws of his oversized tye dyed jumper. "I'm different, Nolan. You see it and probably everyone else in the world sees it."

Nolan started to open his mouth in protest but Chrissy continued, "I think my dad treats me like that because he knows most of the world will probably be against how I look--like, the bullying and--I know how...how people look at me. I'm not stupid." His eyes were glossy as he looked up and it was like a thousand glasses shattered in Nolan's ears.

"Have you gone mad?" Nolan's said instead, pushing himself off the swing and landing on his feet. He walked towards Chrissy with his head  downcast. He bent at his knees and lifted the boy's head to look at him, his heart pounding away at his chest.

He literally couldn't believe anyone who could look at this boy and say he was anything less than the prince he is. Chrissy's eyes were staring up at him, shining with emotion.

"You are literally so gorgeous, Chrissy. The best looking guy I've ever seen in my life." He admitted and watched as Chrissy inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide. "You've got the best smile, like a sun and shit--and like it always makes my smile when you smile." At that exact moment Chrissy's lips pulled up and Nolan felt his lips lifted immediately, playing evidence to his words. He used the tab of his thumb to brush Chrissy's soft cheeks. "And your eyes are like--so unique and every time you look at me I get a funny feeling--like inside me." He was buggering this up, but he literally wasn't lying when he said he was shit at words. "Everything about you is so perfect, like unworldly--but in a good way--because you are different, but I hold you higher than any loser in that school who says mean stuff about you."

Nolan's eyes flashed and his body became filled with heat when Chrissy pulled his lips between his teeth, almost bashfully. "I think your dad just wants you to know your loved. The same goes for me." He finished. They locked eyes for what felt like forever before Chrissy stood up abruptly and wrapped his shorts arms around Nolan's body.

He smelled so sweet, Nolan reveled as he embraced the scent of Chrissy's neck. He didn't know what he was feeling most of the time, but this time it was distinct, a flashlight through the foggy gaze of his mind.

He felt love.

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