How we meet
The world is a small place. There are happy people, sad people, scared people, emotional people, but then there is me. The one that only shows emotion to people I like, for example Family, friends. I’ve always been this way, ever since I was three. Oh yeah I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Zander. I have brown hair and green eyes. I mostly wear black clothes and I don’t talk much. I have all A+. I’m 17 as well. I grew up in New York. I was born in Nevada though. I don’t know why I told you all that. Anyways to my story..
New York, 2005.
“Sweetie, come down to eat!” my mom yelled. “Coming mum!” I hurried to put my book away and stumbled to the kitchen. My mum made breakfast, eggs, ham, bacon, and hash browns. “Mm~ my favorite” She smiled. “Thanks Hun, now how bout you sit down and eat” She put my plate to the end of the table and I rushed over. As she stood there watching me I picked up my fork and I started eating and she walked away. After I finished I left my plate there and the maid rushed over. I sighed, “hey Zia how about you take the day off, I can do the housework” She smiled “Really?” she asked. I nodded and started picking up after myself. I didn’t like the fact of my mom forcing people to do things for me, I’m 17 for crying out loud. I’m not 10. After I got done I heard a knock at the door. “Sweetie can you get that!” my mum yelled, I rushed to the door and opened it to see two police officers. “Mum! I think you should get this!” My mum rushed to the door and smiled kindly. “how can I help you two gentlemen?” my mum asked. “We got the body guard for your boy.” One of the police officers replied. I looked at my mom then back at the police then they moved to the side and a tall boy that had pale skin, a dark shadow in his blue eyes, a turtle neck with a belt and some black jeans was standing there with his hair in his face. Also his hair was wavy and dyed black. He stepped forward and looked at me. I looked at my mom. “What the hell mom!?” I yelled and stormed off she sighed and the police officers nodded and left. I rushed to my room and slammed the door. “Ugh!” I sat on my bed irritated, why would my mom do something like this to me. I felt angry, she treats me like a child. I got up and grabbed my book then sat down and started reading it, eventually I fell asleep. When I woke up I had a thriving headache and I was tied to a chair. I looked around and I was in a dark room and a chair was sitting in front of me that had my bodyguard in it. “Oh yay how am I supposed to be saved now.” I said sarcastically. Soon eventually a light turned on and I could see the whole room. I looked around to see a bed that looked like a hospital one, and a book shelf with many books on it. I also saw a closet and two outfits on the bed. I looked at my bodyguard and kicked him in the shin. “Get up asshole” I kicked him again and he woke up and looked pissed. I looked at him and his head was bleeding from the side. I gave him a worried expression and he used his knife to get him undone from the rope. “Now me” I looked straight at him, “Nah you need to stay here.” I stared at him. “I said untie me” he sighed and walked behind me and he untied me after I slapped him. “Asshole” he sighed and I walked over to the clothes they both had a name tag on them. I saw my name and grabbed the clothes. It was a black shirt with sweatpants and a hoodie. I hurried and put it on. My bodyguard gave me a look. “You realize I’m right here, right?” he asked as I looked at him “We have the same body, I mean endless you’re trans or someshit” He smiled. “True and ima guess you don’t know the gender I like?” He said I looked at him, “Hm?” he walked over to me and put his hands behind his back. He looked me straight in the eyes and smirked. “You’re cute” he said I pushed him away. “I’m not gay” he rolled his eyes and grabbed his clothes and changed. I walked over to the door and tried opening, nothing happened. “The doors locked” I looked at my body guard and he walked over and tried to open it. I looked at him “I said it was locked idiot” he laughed and pulled out his knife and slid it in the side of the door where the lock was and moved it around. Eventually the door opened. I gave him a smile and peaked out of the room. I put my head back into the room and pushed him out of the room, “Aye!?” he yelled. I laughed and walked behind him. “hey they broke out!” a voice yelled behind us and I turned around to see two guards running towards us. I grabbed my body guards hand and started running. Soon enough we got into a room that looked like it was a nursery room. I saw a rocking chair and it started moving. “Zane...look” I pointed to the chair and he saw it moving and stumbled backwards. “What kind of voodoo magic” he muttered. I looked around and in the room there was a dark corner where you couldn’t see anything. I walked over and Zane followed. “Boo” Someone said behind us and Zane dropped to the floor and passed out. I looked behind us and nothing was there soon I felt someone grab me and drag me into the darkness. I scream as loud as I could, trying to wake Zane. Nothing happened. “Zander!” I heard Zane’s voice faint into nothing as I was being dragged away. I teared up and tried getting away from the person who was dragging me, soon I ended up in a room. The lights dimmed and I couldn’t see the thing or person that was dragging me. I got up and pulled out the knife that Zane slipped into my pocket. I held it out, “whoever you are, you better come out or it won’t be good for you” I muttered. Things started falling off the shelf. “What the fuck..” I muttered to myself. “shh..” I heard someone whisper. I flung around and stumbled backwards. I haven’t been this scared in six years. I started hearing Zane’s voice getting closer. Soon he got to the room and grabbed me and hugged me I started crying. I was so scared. I looked at him and he kissed me, and I pushed him away and looked down. “I..I said I wasn’t gay Zane..” I muttered and he grabbed me and kissed me again. This time I didn’t pull back. He pulled back and hugged me again. I just stood there. I couldn’t explain what I felt. It was this gut feeling that I wanted him to kiss me again and this time I didn’t want him to stop. He looked at me, “Zander..” he muttered I looked at him and got on my tippy toes and kissed him again. He kissed me back, I put my hands under his ears and I kept kissing him. He wrapped his arms around my lower back, and kept kissing me. (BOOM) the door came crashing down and I looked at who did it “Mom...” I muttered to myself. Zane let me go instantly, and I fell to the floor. She walked in and grabbed my wrist “OW! MOM THAT HURTS ″ I started crying and Zane pulled me away from my mom I hid behind him. “As his bodyguard, I will not let you hurt him either,” he said. I looked at him then back at my mom. She smiled and the last things that were on the shelf started falling off. I looked at everything and she laughed and walked out of the room. The unexpected happened when me and Zane fell through the floor. He grabbed my hand and pulled me close as we fell. I woke up in his arms and there was blood everywhere.
