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Wilson sat in front of the school, in a small area surrounded by stoners and emo’s. He really only came here for his friend Stacy and well because over here he blended in. But he’d still have to get up and go to class. Wil had an excessive amount of jewelry on, spiked bracelets, a choker, lots of piercings, mainly on his ears. He had a beat up Green Day shirt on, layered with a long sleeve shirt under and ripped jeans with lots of chains and a studded belt. He fit right in with everyone else in this corner. Along with his heavy eye make up and blue highlights throughout his curls. Even though he fit in, people still stared. Of course not in a judgmental way. Wil was… sort of seen as a prize to win amongst this clique. No one was sure how it happened but it happened. Mainly because he hadn’t had a partner or a first kiss yet. But no matter how many people asked him out, there was only one boy who he wanted. The school's ‘golden boy’ baseball star Brando Daker.

The bell rang and students hurried to class like bees in a hive. First period of the first day of junior year. Wil wasn’t sure what the rush was, he hated school. What sucked even more is that he only had three classes with Stacy. Literally his only friend.

He reluctantly made his way to his homeroom, dreading the next hour. Wilson took a seat around the back of class, he didn’t like being the centre of attention much. His eyes scanned the room, observing his classmates. As the late bell rang and the final few walked in, his heart stopped. There he was, Brando Daker, in the flesh. Of course Wil had seen him before and maybe talked to him once, but he looked different. His arms looked bigger, his cheekbones more prominent. What was it Wilson said about hating school? All of a sudden it was his favourite thing.

Most of the class was useless boring information. School rules and whatnot as if they hadn’t heard it a million times already. But Wil just couldn’t pay attention. Not when Bran was so close to him. In fact he found memorizing every detail on Brando’s face more entertaining than class. No one caught him doing it either, so he couldn’t be deemed a weirdo.

Stacy dragged him to a pathetic corner of the cafeteria, insisting they were better than sitting with other ‘pretentious’ people. Wilson was just glad to not have people looking at him like he was a prize to be won. Even though that may be hypocritical because that’s exactly how he was looking at Brando this morning.

“Alright what’d you have first?” Stacy asked, unwrapping her sandwich. Her hair had so many different colours in it, it was hard to pay attention to what she was saying. “Oh uh- homeroom obviously then chemistry, art and calculus. It wasn't too bad.” He answered. Really the only thing that made it better was that Brando had almost every class with him. God bless the lord. “You have that dumb look on your face again Avis.” She pointed out, smirking. “Wait what look-?” “The one when you’re thinking of a certain boy.” He went beet red at her comment. “I’m gonna kill you dead Stacy Adams.” Wil countered, desperately trying to shift the conversation. “Sure you will. So he’s in your classes?” He looked down, thinking over what to say. He could just lie but knowing Stacy, she’d find out. “Yeah. Mostly.” “Eye Candy for you. Nice.” She took a bite of her sandwich and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Wilson. He gagged. “Maybe I don’t want him to be just eye candy…” he muttered under his breath. But Stacy heard, she just acted like she didn’t.

The first day of school was officially over. Wil lay in his bed, exhausted from literally nothing. He was listening to his blink-182 cd, his current favourite. Wil did have work to do. For some reason the fact that it was the first day of school didn’t matter much to his teachers. But no matter how hard he’d tried- his mind hadn’t strayed from the blue eyed, blonde ethereal boy. If he failed, it was entirely Brando’s fault. His fault for being so perfect and hard to forget. How could Wilson possibly distract himself?

He took all his accessories off, one by one. The studded belt, the collar, the chains.. etc. He’d felt one hundred pounds lighter. But yet, something weighed on him. Cleaning his room hadn’t worked, trying different makeup looks didn’t work, what was wrong with him? All he could think of was the way Bran’s eyes seemed to resemble an ocean and how he’d looked like a painting from Greece. Okay, maybe Wil was exaggerating a tiny bit. But he couldn’t help it! He was quite literally helpless. It wasn’t love, obviously. They’d talked once and maybe exchanged a couple glances. Wilson was simply curious, intrigued if you will. Wilson had gotten so distracted he forgot he was standing there, shirtless and jeans at his ankles. Then he wondered if Bran was gay, if he’d like to see Wil shirtless— no. Absolutely not.

Wil tossed and turned in his bed. The boy did want to sleep, but he was ever scared that he’d end up dreaming of Brando Daker. Somehow, he’d only really known him for a day and he was already haunting the poor curly haired boy. And god knows that’d make him more delusional than he already was.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed. Who in their right mind would text him at 11:30? Oh. Stacy, of course. He reluctantly opened his flip phone, rolling his eyes.

S: Hi :) U up?

W: I am now

S: Oops LOL
S: what r u thinking about

W: What?

S: Like, currently

W: That’s not important ;)

S: Wilson Avis, don't tell me!

W: What?

S: u thinking of him

W: Goodnight Stacy :)

He rolled over, spread out of the bed like a starfish. How was he supposed to survive with Bran in so many of his classes? What if the golden boy turned out to be an asshole? What seemed to be a blessing was more like a curse now that Wilson thought about it. He just had to get through these next few months without slipping up or anything. Easy enough right? Just try to not be, you know, weird or gay or anything. Totally easy and doable. Wilson Avis had a long year ahead of him.

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School wasn’t much of a bother to Brando Daker. He was well enough liked, quite smart, and good at sports. Of course his friend group was a little… er predictable but that didn’t mean he didn’t like them. A friend of a friend Angela, at least he was pretty sure that was her name, was invading his personal space far too much. It wasn’t that he had a girlfriend, he just didn’t like her much. “Soooo Bran, are you looking for someone special this year?” She asked, her voice overly sweet. “Maybe. We’ll see how the year goes but it’s not my top priority.” Brando wouldn’t tell anyone this but he was pretty sure he was also into boys. It was weird and complicated but he’d felt attracted to one too many for it to be a coincidence. “That’s too bad.” Angela finally sat back, pouting. Her shorts were so low it was a wonder her parents let her leave like that. Damian, Bran’s only friend that didn’t annoy him, shot him a suggestive look. He was one of Angela’s closest friends as well. Which was horrible. Imagine your closest friend being friends with the girl trying to sleep with you.

The day went by in a blur. The first half was fine but after lunch Bran had been frankly too tired to focus. During homeroom he felt a boy staring at him but Bran hadn’t dared to confront him. He knew his name, he thought. Wilson Avis, was it? That boy was always very quiet, only ever talking to one girl. Maybe they were fucking or something. But then again Wil didn’t seem, well, the nicest way to put it, he didn’t seem into girls. Oh shit, was that why he had been eyeing Brando? No- they didn’t know each other. Wil was probably just zoning out. Honestly it’d be pretty insane if Wilson had thought about him that much after only one day.

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Who knew that Wilson Avis would have become such a hopeless romantic? Over the past week, there’d been one recurring thought on his mind. The blonde, boy-eyed boy Brando. It was practically the only thing he talked to Stacy about. Even though he’d been interested in the boy for so long this was different. They were next to each other in a lot of classes and saw each other everyday. Wil had even worked up to have a few simple conversations with the boy.

The sound of Every Breath You Take by The Police rang in his ears as he walked into class. Ironic. He pulled his wired headphones out of his ears and took his spot. Surprisingly Brando was already there. Wil adjusted his spiked choker and fluffed his curls a little, as if it made a difference. He took a deep breath, gathering courage and said, “Bran? Hi!” Brando turned to face him, smiling. “Hey” he replied. Great, it was already awkward. Wil looked at how Bran’s smile didn’t quite meet his eyes but yet it was the cutest thing the boy ever witnessed. “Didn’t expect to see you at class before the late bell.” The curly haired boy cocked his head to the side as he teased Brando. All the charms on his bracelets jingled as his hand tapped against his desk anxiously. “Ah well, my parents wouldn’t be happy if I got detention.” “Right…”

Wil studied Bran’s outfit. It was much simpler compared to his own but somehow when it was on Bran it wasn’t boring. Brando obviously noticed his staring because he cleared his throat to break the silence. “Any plans for the weekend?” He asked. Wilson? Going out? Yeah right. “Nope… just gonna stay home and like study or something. Probably.” Bran laughed at that. Not in a mocking manner but as if he found Wil’s lack of friends cute. “I’m going to a party at my friend Marc’s house Saturday, oh well tomorrow.” The dirty blonde boy said, a poor attempt to keep the conversation going. It was like a light bulb turned on in Wilson’s head. He smiled and was about to say something else to the boy until he was cut off by the stupid bell.

When lunch came Wil wasted no time getting his food, running to his table and slamming his tray right on the table. “Stacy Adam’s.” He said, trying to hide his giddyness. “Wilson Avis… hello?” She replied, taking a seat. Stacy was a little taken aback by his enthusiastic behaviour. “Brando’s friend Marc. Do you know him?” She thought about it for a little. Marc did ring a bell. “Marc Francheso! Yeah why?” “He’s throwing a party that Bran’s going to.” He explained, finally sitting down. She rolled her eyes. He was so predictable. “Right of course. Let me guess, you want the address?” Wil nodded, cracking a small smile. “Alright, fine. I’ll get it from him and text you later tonight. But you seriously need to cut down on the Brando talk. Your life doesn’t revolve around a boy you know.” She said, her voice growing stern. “Yeah yeah. Whatever.” Wil wasn’t listening to her anymore after she said she’d do it. God he truly was hopeless.

The first thing Wilson did when he got home was put his Move Along cd on. He slightly booped his head to the beat, mumbling the chorus of Dirty Little Secret while changing into sweatpants. Wil stood in front of the mirror, messing around with his hair. The blue streaks were slightly fading, he’d have to fix that soon. Like all days the past week, he ended up thinking of Bran. Wil bit his lip at the thought of him. Wilson would be lying if he said he didn’t get jealous when that Angela girl got too close to him. They’d almost kissed too many times. The thought caused a burning in Wil’s stomach. He snapped out of it, going back to simply Bran.Absent-mindedly, his hand fell to the waistband of his sweatpants. He pulled away, what was he thinking?

Wil walked to his bed and flipped down dramatically. His eyes closed and his breathing sped up. Truthfully, he was thinking of how Bran would look on top of him. Wil was against this, every single bone in his body disapproved of what he was gonna do. Instead of listening to his mind, he finally gave in.

His hand slipped underneath his pants till it was on the waistband of his boxers. Wil’s breath hitched as it went dangerously lower. He let out a small whine when he moved his hand under his boxers, his fingers treading closer to his erection. In his head, it was Bran’s hand. It was his hand that made Wil tremble like this. The boy let his fingers glide down his cock, breath quaking. His back slightly arched off his bed as he grabbed himself. “Bran…” the boy mumbled as he stroked himself. Small moans escaped his mouth. It was pathetic, his current state. His free hand ran up and down his chest, mimicking the golden boy's hand. Wil’s thumb played with the tip of his cock, causing him to make himself gasp. His curls stuck to his sticky forehead from the small sweat droplets falling. It was uncomfortable, yes a little but quite worth it. Wilson squeezed his cock again. The action brought him impossibly closer to the edge.

As his orgasm came his body slightly shook. With him being a virgin and all he’d only ever done this himself but he imagined it’d be better in real sex. Wil put his hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. He’d come all over his hands and boxers. How lovely.

After he was done cleaning up he lay down on his bed. He felt quite pathetic for what he just did. Jacking off to a guy he frankly didn’t know that well. But that feeling was soon replaced by happiness when he realized he was going to a Green Day concert next week, and the fact that he was going to a party Bran would be at tomorrow. Right— he needed the address from Stacy. He picked up his embarrassingly small flip phone and checked her contact. Although it was small, it was pretty. Stacy forcefully bedazzled it with rhinestones over the summer, but she’d be kind and chosen blue. Wilson grinned from ear to ear at the text. He successfully secured the address god bless Stacy Adams.