A/N: So to get me a little more motivated in my other stories, I'm starting this one. Which isn't really a story, but a series of drabbles. They take me five minutes and I'm usually back at another of my stories with motivation.

Rated M for ... well you know why. ;]


The Confession


"I love you."

I'm aware now that this is the moment my life began to change dramatically.

Normally this would be the part in a person's life where they become giddy with affection and make sweet love to the person who spoke these words. Not in my case, though, because the person speaking these words to me was a guy I'd never met before; a weird, scrawny guy with a determined and frightened look in his eyes.

Immediately my friends burst into raucous laughter, doubling over and slapping my shoulder. One of my friends even pushed me towards the freak. "He loooooves you! You hear that?!" Collin mocked with tears in his eyes.

Then I did the only thing I could do - join in the laughter; because it was extremely funny if you thought about it. This awkward guy that I didn't know had come up to me and professed his love. It must have been some sort of joke. First of all, I was Brecken Waters. The star of the soccer field and otherwise one of the most popular guys in our school; I wasn't gay. Second of all, if I was gay, I could get someone much better than this nerd with big eyes.

I took a second through my laughter to size him up in front of me. Even though we were all laughing at him, he was the perfect face of calm. Mystery boy stared back at me with green, unblinking eyes; and he wasn't all that bad looking with sandy brown hair and a long frame. But the eerie stares gave him an otherworldly feel that told me there was something different about him.

Though I couldn't spend too much time caring. Just five minutes ago I had just scored the winning goal of the soccer game that catapulted us into the semi-finals. I was on top of the world, and this weird guy confessing to me was the least of my concerns.

"I'm not a fag," I managed to say harshly before turning with my friends and replaying the details of my goal.

It would be a little less than a year before I'd see him again.