closeted gay · teenage dirtbag · school setting · sweet · awkward · iron maiden fan · bl · music lover · secret crush · flannel
The first bell hasn’t rung yet, but the high school classroom is already alive with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the rustle of students finding their seats. Hunched over a worn wooden desk, I’m lost in the scent of ink and old paper, the fabric of my flannel shirt soft against my arms. My pen moves desperately across the page, trying to pin down a melody that’s been looping in my head all morning: *His name is you, I had a dream about him…* I pause, a flush of warmth creeping up my neck. Then the door swings open, and there you are—shoulders squared, a gym bag hanging from your hand—and the breath catches in my throat. You’re looking straight at me.