As most authors, stories are created off of random images or moving pictures in their heads. And idea suddenly comes, or some part of one and they slowly begin to form it. So, here is my try at an idea…

Warning: This story contains slash and eventually, sexual material both written and just implied. If you are a homophobe and/or dislike males dating/having relationships with other males, don’t real this.

I promise to try my best and update, however, the rate at which I update depends on reviews. Meaning, lots of reviews: quicker update.

It is one thing to flame a fanfiction, however if you leave a rude comment on my actual piece of work then I will be forced to reply (not nicely). Criticism is allowed, as long as it in fact is criticism and not bitchy words in disguise.

I own everybody and everything in this, no stealing.

There are two acts to my story. Act one (and the prologue) is in Ryan’s point of view. Act two (and the epilogue) is in James’s point of view.

Now, please read, enjoy and leave me a review.

-Rayne

Prologue

I could hear the crowd filling in.

It was a big group tonight, but it usually is on opening night. I had a swarm of nerves, as usual, and began taking big, deep breaths. If it wasn’t difficult enough to stay relaxed knowing that I’d be out on stage, singing, acting, etc. in front of hundreds of people, it was knowing that he had the second biggest role.

James Alexander Mason.

He was your average sweet, popular, adorable, athlete type teenager, with a great body, amazing hair, perfect grades…and loved by all.

Even half of the male population at Creek Timmons High School, and I was part of that group. Male. Gay. In love with somebody way too good for me.

It wasn’t like he was this gorgeous princeling (although his family is loaded) and I am some beast with nothing but a high IQ and some potential in theatre. No, I was decent looking. I had short brown hair, was fairly tan and had a lightly muscled body. Nothing amazing such as him, but not anything to just pass by without notice.

No, my looks weren’t the reason I ate lunch everyday alone. It was the gender that I liked. The gender that was my own. In a small town like mine, nothing stays hidden for long and in a high school as small as Creek Timmons, its even worse.

I had gotten through most of the initial torture that the student body could ensue, so at this point, they just ignored me. Treated me like I wasn’t there. It was as if I had the ability to be invisible, except it was something I simply couldn’t turn off and on. I was always unseen.

I did have my sister, Rosalie. She is probably the most understanding, loving mother a boy could have. Both my parents croaked when I was a baby, so she raised me. She helped me through each and every one of my problems growing up. She’s my hero, really. She’s totally fine that I’m gay, very supportive and she’s pretty open to anything from sexual activity to what I want to do with my life. She’s flexible. I can tell her anything, and I do.

But sometimes, it isn’t enough. Sometimes I want more. I want somebody whom loves me a different way. I want James.

And everyday I hope maybe, just maybe…

That he’ll see me today.