Just Under the Water [ BoyxBoy ]

Xavier may look like every other boy around: hair, eyes, the common human looks. Yet, inside, he's different from most males, he has a different gender preference, as in he's gay. Yes, he may be fine with this piece of information but that doesn't mean that everyone else is. So he's constantly bullied and hated for who he is. One day, when running from all those terrible people, he stumbled upon a painting and the boy, who is like no other, the artist. And just maybe the person who will help Xavier through his life.


1. The Painting


Another whisper sounded, yet the sentence seemed so clear. "There's not room in the world for you."

More and more insults came out of moving lips, an arrow striking right into my heart every time, along with the paper balls hitting the side of my head.

I'd like to say that it doesn't hurt me, all these words and useless sputtered crap, but if I did, I would be lying.

I know what you're thinking right now. You're lips are probably shut tight, eyes narrowed as you give this page the "suck it up look." Well, guess what, you need to shut your mouth because I'm not going to deal with more shut that ruins my life.

So go do something useful, or shut your trap and read. Too tired to deal with you too.

Anyways, like usual, I just ignore it, let the people do what they want as I wander into the art classroom, my supplies clutched to my chest.

Before me sat a painting, being held up by a wooden stand. Yet, it wasn't just a painting.

It was like another living soul.

The way the colors smeared together in the background, creating a darkness that held so much emotion. From what I could observe, a hand was reaching out, fingers gripping to pull the rest of it's human body out of the abyss it was stuck in while the darkness watched. It was amazing, saying one thing: I'm in a dark place but I'm still hanging on.

"What are you doing?" Came a calm voice and I turned to look at the teenager behind me.

He was beautiful in that sexy, calm way.

We're talking long blond hair that fell in his face, barley not covering one eye, his other eye free to see completely. He hips were shifted to the side, most of his weight on his left foot as he stared at me, one eyebrow raised questionably. Draped along one shoulder was a Bring Me The Horizon sweatshirt, that along with his plain gray sweatshirt and his low hanging jeans ...

God, I'm pretty sure me saying I was drooling explained it all.


I snapped out of my trance and blushed a bit, suddenly nervous and shy as I straightened back up. My eyes trained to the ground. "Just looking at your painting, it's amazing. Great imagery and colors."

A smile touched his face, one that was rather surprising. "Thanks." He said, and I nodded before hurrying out of the room, leaning against the wall. 

He was amazing, I swear, I wanted to get busy with him.

Oh, hey, did I mention in gay? 

Ya, I don't understand why I'm called a slut either.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...