I'm walking in the library, between the rows and rows of books. Following the path of the boy who is walking on the other side. He has blond hair and bright blue eyes, and is scanning the shelves, with a determined but confused look, dragging his long delicate fingers across the spines of the novels sitting, gathering dust. As he moves his delicate mouth forms the words in the titles that are printed on the books as if something will speak to him when its the right time. The boy crouches to view the bottom shelf, I crouch with him, pretending to be looking for a very important book. What book could be as important as him, I couldn't say.

The boy sighs and stands moving to the next shelf of books, I follow. How long had I been coming here to see this boy wander around the library? I had started it before I had even noticed. How did it start?

I remember, it was a Monday, I had gone to the library to find some books for the paper I had to write for my English class. The boy was holding a ton of books, so I thought he was working there, and I had stopped to ask him if he could help me find it. He had looked puzzled at first but then just smiled and nodded asking me the information. He lead me towards the shelves and pointed to a book on the shelf.

"I think that's the one your looking for." At first I was stunned by his voice, it was silky and smooth, like velvet only lighter. "Are you alright ?"

"Hm?, Yeah I'm great, this is it thanks a lot." I pulled the book from the shelf and walked off but still eyed him as I went to the check out. After that I came back every Monday, It turned out that he was tutoring there the same time every week. I came and came, and came again to see him sitting tutoring the young kids. Then afterwards he would wander into the shelves and get lost in the sea of pages.

Here I am still following him, I would like to have the courage to talk to him but I mean, what would I say? Hey man, I know I'm a dude, and your also a dude, but maybe we could start dating and holding hands or something? That would make him run away and never come back here ever again.

"Hey are you okay?" The voice snaps me out of the insane conversation I was having with myself, which clearly does not make me crazy in any way what so ever. Looking up I gaze into the bright blue eyes of the boy, and this is the clever response I come up with. "Uh"

"Dude, what the hell have you been doing here?" A loud voice snaps to the other side of me." I've been looking for you all damn day!" Despite the fact that I know my best friend Carson is standing there, I'm still looking into the eyes of the boy. It's almost like if i break eye contact with him, I'll never get this opportunity again. His perfectly shaped eyebrows raise in curiosity.

"Are you okay?" He asks again, offering me his hand. The first thing that comes to mind is I can touch that hand? That beautiful hand that so gently skims the shelves that I have been hiding in for the past three weeks. I consider taking it, and I'm about to when Carson grabs me by the collar and pulls me up to stand beside him. "Dude, coach is going to flip!" Carson seethes "Is this where you've been for the past month?"

"three weeks." I correct him looking at the floor.

Carson shakes his head "Who the hell cares, we have to go talk to coach now, he said he's going to kick you off the team if you don't start showing up for practice!" Carson grabs my jacket and yanks me after him towards the exit. Quickly I look back after the boy, who is just standing there staring at me as if I'm some sort of puzzle he needs to solve.

Once we are outside I shake Carson off of me in irritation, " Dude seriously what the hell!" He growls. Not wanting to even bother trying to have a civilized conversation with the idiot I just walk towards my car. Carson follows me.

"Honestly bro, if you don't like lacrosse anymore, just quit, no one is asking you to stay if you don't want to, It's just a club."

"That's not it man, I've just been...distracted." The sigh that leaves my mouth is one of utter distress. Me and Carson lean against the trunk of my car. The metal bulk weighs down beneath our mass.

"What is it, you know you can tell me anything right?" Carson stares at me with sincere eyes, and I know I can tell him anything, but it would still feel weird. "I mean, is it school...are your parents divorcing?"

"Wha-, no, why would that be it?" My hand slaps him in the back of his head, "My parents are the happiest people in the world you freak, at least think of something that is some what possible!"

"Well then what-" Whatever Carson is saying drifts away as the boy exits the library with an arm full of books. He shuffles over to his car, somehow manages to open the back door and set the load inside then climbs into his car. The whole time he does this my eyes fallow him like a hawk.

"Oh you dog!" Carson shouts with a giggle. Yes he just giggled...Kill me now. Rolling my eyes I turn to look at him. "So," He wiggles his eyebrows provocatively,"you have a thing for Blondie?"

"Let's go home Carson."

"oh ho ho, no bro no way, not now that I have finally found the reason behind your madness." He smiles cheekily. " So that's why you were mad huh, did I cock block you man?"

"Could you please not say that, it brings very vivid images to my imagination," Carson laughs and hops into the passenger seat of my car, as I slam my door shut and turn my key, starting the engine.

"Images that make you hot?" Then he starts making the most ridiculous moaning sounds that I have ever heard. This is the consequence of coming out to your friends, and them not caring. The constant messing around about my sexuality is just so annoying.

"Would you please stop that!" I shout as I nearly run a stop light. "It's extremely distracting!"

Carson grins,"really, do you find me attractive?"

"No I find you retarded, now shut the hell up before I purposely run into that diesel and kill us both."

"Fine, fine god your so touchy," It's silent for about five more seconds before he starts up again. "So just ask him out."

This makes me smile, "Great idea Carson, except for not everyone in the world can be as accepting as you and the team, and not every boy I think is hot is gay."

"So make him gay."

Looking over at him, I seriously begin to question his insanity. " Why would you even say that, what if a gay guy came up to you and tried to get into your pants, how would you react to that?"

Carson rolls the window up and down as if it is the most interesting thing in the world. "I don't know man, I feel like if someone is truly really set on their sexuality they won't be swayed, so if you come onto him and he keeps saying no, and is clearly straight then you have no hope, but if you come onto him and he freaks out, but you keep trying and he seems to be actually thinking about it, I would say the plans a go!" He winks. Pulling into Carsons' driveway I wonder why I was cursed with such an idiotic friend.

"Get the hell out of my car dumb ass"

"Yup, you better start coming to practices!" he shouts as he runs up his drive and into his house.

It's Monday, and I'm standing on the other side of the shelf, where the boy is. I'm not looking at him though, because I'm fighting with myself to make a move. Whats the worst thing that could happen?

He calls you a fucking fag, and gets a restraining order against you.

Well, that settles that. My feet start to take me away from the shelves, and towards the exit. Standing in front of the doors is Carson. He glares at me and hisses, "Get your ass over there you wuss, stop being such a girl!"

"I'm Gay, I can do what I want asswhole!"

"Being gay doesn't give you a license to be a bitch, now move that ass!" Sighing, I make my way over to the shelf where the boy is standing. He is running one hand along the spines of the books as usual. The other hand dangles at his side.

What do I do , What do I say? Use your words dumb ass! My words? Before I know what I'm doing I reach my hand out and slip it into the boys hand. The boy freezes, and slowly turns towards me. His eyes flash in recognition and then confusion. "Wha-"

"You offered me your hand!" I blurt. In my mind i totally fucking face palm myself, what the hell was that? Could you have said anything more gay? That was the cheesiest thing ever. Your fired, your fired from life, just turn away and leave. What the hell were you thinking coming over here, you knew it was a bad idea.

My thoughts are interrupted by a chuckle, my eyes dart upwards, only to meet his shinning blues. He smiles at me and says, "My name is Chance"

GET THE FUCK OUT! My mind is running a million miles a minute, my heart is practically beating out of my chest. His hand is still interlocked with mine. "Um, my name is Blake" I manage.

Chance's hand squeezes mine, "Blake, that line, was really cheesy." I laugh and rub the back of my head. "But, your really cute, so...you can have my hand." Then he leans up and kisses the corner of my mouth.

Fuck yes. My words.

The End