"Please, Lou, you should actually take the opportunity to go out this weekend!"
I looked a little bit amused at Sandy and smiled at her. She knew everything about me and it was always she who made me go to the pub or disco. She knew I hated to dance, yet she pulled me all the way for that popular disco. Where there were all kinds of people, but none that suited me.
"I will not!" I mumbled. "I have samples to look at. My students want to know if they're good."
"You are drama teachers, not math teacher."
I sighed and looked down at the ground. It was rainy and I dodged puddles on the ground.
"I don't feel like going out!"
She couldn't keep herself from laughing and I wondered why. I looked at her that she was amused, but why?
"You can't stay single for the rest of your life?" she said and then looked at me. "There are plenty of gay men out there and it's certainly one somewhere that suits you? But you are picky and you only see errors in the guys. This is a shame on you."
I sighed and noted that it was leaking water into one of my shoes. I wanted to go in before I froze my ass off.
"I buy some buns!" she said, because she had read my thoughts. "I invite you home so we can sit and talk about it?"
I sighed and followed her into a bakery. The little store was small, but it smelled good once I got into the heat. I saw that Sandy almost attracted by everything that was available there. I looked down on her butt and smiled a little bit. She ate more than she should, but she was a good friend. I chose not to look at her body and looked at the clerk instead. I was startled and actually I blushed easily. There was a young guy, dark curly hair and the most wonderful green eyes I ever seen. He looked tired, but he smiled at us.
"What do you want?"
Sandy didn't notice him, but inspected everything was behind glass.
"Everything is fresh?"
The guy nodded and smiled weakly.
"Yes,,,!" he mumbled and continued to smile. "The buns come straight from the oven."
I couldn't let go of him with my eyes. Why? He just looked so sweet and he had one of those sweet smile that I just loved. His body was perfect, even he had clothes on. He looked up at me and our eyes met. It was as if his eyes were fixed on me, and I immediately blushed. What happened to me? I wasn't used to react in that way?
"Buns, cinnamon buns ..." I mumbled and pushed on Sandy. She was startled and looked up at me. Directly she noticed what I was staring at and she saw that the guy looked at me. She lit up like the sun, and set herself straight up again.
"Yes, cinnamon buns, maybe we should have?"
The guy behind the counter seemed to feel lost and he looked at us with worried eyes. I could do nothing but smile and he got my body to tingle.
"Two please." I said with my usual voice. The guy nodded and picked up a little bag. Then he caught up two cinnamon buns and put them in the little bag.
Sandy looked at me and she gave me a knowing look. She wanted me to keep talking to the guy and immediately I shook my head.
"Anything else?" she said why and didn't stop smiling. "Maybe something else in the store that fits you Louis?"
The guy behind the counter looked at me and he smiled weakly. He had found out my name and immediately I felt hopelessly small. I saw that he had a name tag. There stood Harold on it and it meant I knew what his name was.
"Cookies or perhaps something else?" I got out of me. The guy smiled and pointed at some cakes which lay on a platter.
"They're really good." he said and looked at me again. "Chocolate in them and it's always nice to eat chocolate?"
I nodded and my whole body shook. I was angry at myself, that I reacted that way.
"Okay, Harold!" I said to emphasize that I had seen his name. "It would be nice!"
He laughed a little bit and realized that I had read the name tag.
"I prefer Harry." he got out himself and blushed. "My friends call me that and I don't like the name Harold."
Sandy cleared her throat and I looked quickly at her.
"We take four cakes Harry." I said with a steady voice. He looked at me with a curious look and then he nodded. He put the cookies in another bag and then beat in the totals at checkout.
"Credit cards or cash?"
Sandy took the money to him and she seemed more amused than I was. She paid and then looked at Harry.
"What about hanging out with us this weekend? Louis and I have talked about going out?"
He hesitated and looked at her wide-eyed.
"Are you serious?"
She laughed a little bit.
"Yeah, we're just friends so you will not bother anything. Louis is by the way gay!"
I wanted to die and I wanted to go away from there. To my great surprise, Harry wasn't startled, and he looked at me with alluring gaze. It was as if he almost puffed out and I realized that he wasn't a regular guy. Maybe he was like me?
"Okay?" he said, and this time his voice sounded more pleased. "I'll do it!"
Sandy was quick and gave him a business card.
Harry nodded and took the business card. He put it in his pocket and didn't release me with his eyes.
"I'll call you!" he said.
My day turned totally from being ground to land on top. Louis was such a guy that took my fantasy away, and he was gay! Could it be better? I said yes, because I didn't want to loose him. There was something about Louis that attracted me and I just wanted to see him again. He had a mischievous face, a nice slim body and he seemed anything but a boring person. Talk about that I couldn't let him out of the mind. All day, after he had gone, I went around and just thinking about him. I wanted to know more about him. Who was he? Where did he worked? No matter where he lived and where he came from? Everything was interesting only it was about him.
"You're crazy!" Zayn said to me. We shared an apartment and had done it in one year. I sighed and ripped my shirt off. I loved to walk around completely naked, but Zayn stopped me from doing it. He didn't like that my member dangle around and he hated naked bodies in that way.
"I take a chance and for the first time in my life, it feels right." I said and couldn't care about his negative thoughts. Zayn sighed and walked toward the drawing room. He loved to paint and made that the whole day. He had actually already sold some paintings and he was about to become famous.
"Stop!" I said cool and stared at his back. "It was long time ago that I ventured something to do and why not?"
Zayn spun around and looked at me with a long look. He meant well, but it went out always so wrong.
"Okay, go, but don't come crying when it turns out that Louis isn't gay."