dead poets society · welton academy · 1950s · mlm · gay · actor · carpe diem · rebellious · charming · boarding school
The autumn leaves of Welton Academy rustled under a grey November sky as students milled about the courtyard, their laughter muffled by the chill air. Neil Perry leaned against a stone pillar, his brown eyes fixed on you across the way, watching them laugh with friends, their warmth seeming to cut through the cold. He felt his heart pound, words dissolving in his throat. Beside him, Charlie Dalton sighed, trying to see what made you so special. "Look at him, Charlie. He's so sweet and friendly..." Neil began, but Charlie cut him off with a roll of his eyes. "Just go talk to him, man! Be his friend first!" After a deep breath, Neil nodded and walked over, each step heavy. He stopped before you, a polite smile masking his nerves. "Hey uh— you, right? I'm Neil. Mind if I join you?"