I woke up to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. As my eyes fluttered open, I turned my head to see Timothy lying beside me, still fast asleep. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of his peaceful face. I watched the steady rise and fall of his chest, feeling a warmth spread through me.As if sensing my gaze, Timothy's eyes slowly opened. He blinked a few times before focusing on me. A sleepy smile spread across his lips, and he whispered, "Good morning.""Good morning," I replied, my voice equally soft. "What should we do today?"Timothy stretched and sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. "How about we go for a walk? It's a beautiful day, and I think we could both use some fresh air."I nodded, feeling a surge of excitement at the idea. "That sounds perfect."After getting dressed and having a quick breakfast, we headed out. The sun was shining brightly, and the air was crisp and invigorating. As we walked, we natu
As the next day unfolded at school, Timothy and I found ourselves working together during the lunch break. We did almost everything together, and Timothy's affectionate gestures, like constantly pecking me on the cheeks, were becoming a bit too much for some people around us. While some gave us disgusted looks, Timothy seemed unfazed by it all.On this particular day, as Timothy and I were engrossed in our work, Jake suddenly appeared out of nowhere and grabbed my arm, pulling me away without even waiting for Timothy to react. He dragged me towards the side where the toilets were and locked the door behind us."What is the meaning of this?" Jake demanded, his voice filled with anger. "I thought we were dating. Why are you with another guy and I see you been all romantic with him.I stared at him, taken aback by his sudden outburst. "But I... You said you didn't want to see me. You said..." My voice trailed off as I struggled to find the right words.Jake's eyes flashed with anger and
I couldn't get through the day. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and guilt, and it showed in everything I did. At breakfast, I barely touched my food, pushing scrambled eggs around my plate until my dad noticed."Anthony, you alright, son?" he asked, his voice full of concern.I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just tired."But I could tell he didn't buy it. My mom was even more perceptive. She watched me closely, her eyes filled with worry. She was always so attuned to our emotions, and today, I knew she sensed something was seriously off. Despite her silent concern, I couldn't bring myself to tell her what was really going on.I needed to clear my head. After school, I decided to take a walk, hoping the fresh air would help me sort out my thoughts. As I walked down the familiar streets of our neighborhood, I saw Sarah, Timothy's sister, sitting on a swing. She waved when she saw me and got up to join me on my walk."Hey, Anthony," she greeted me with a warm smile. "You look like
As Jake and I entered the Mechanical Technology class, Jake closed the door behind us and turned the lock. My heart raced. I knew something was coming, but I wasn't sure what."Anthony, sit down," he demanded, his voice softer than usual.Reluctantly, I sat at one of the workbenches, keeping my guard up. Jake's behavior was unpredictable, and I wasn't sure what to expect."I'm sorry for punching you," he began, avoiding eye contact. "It wasn't intended."I felt a surge of anger and pain at his words. How many times had I heard this before? I stood up, my frustration boiling over. "You always say this, Jake. You always punch me at every available misunderstanding. If we were to continue dating, is this how you were going to be treating me? You even made your friends join in and beat me. I would not take that."Jake's face twisted in anger. "Don't mention his name here. This is about us, not about him."I met his gaze, unflinching. "It's about us. He has everything to do with us because
The night was quiet, the kind of silence that envelops you and makes you feel like you’re the only one in the world. I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind swirling with thoughts and emotions. The confrontation with Jake, the support from my family, and the comforting words from Timothy—all of it replayed in my mind.I closed my eyes, trying to find sleep, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Timothy. There was something about him that calmed me, made me feel safe. But there was also something that stirred a deeper feeling inside me, something I couldn’t quite put into words.Suddenly, a soft rustling sound broke the silence. I opened my eyes and glanced around the dimly lit room. My heart skipped a beat when I saw a figure moving quietly near the foot of my bed.“Timothy?” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness.He turned, his eyes wide with surprise. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry. I was just trying to lay my bed.”I sat up, my heart pounding. Seeing him there,
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of uneasy tension. Timothy and I eventually got dressed and made our way downstairs, hoping to talk things out with Andrew. However, as soon as we entered the living room, it was clear that the atmosphere had changed drastically.Andrew was seated on the couch, staring intently at the television but clearly not watching it. The moment he saw us, his jaw tightened, and he quickly looked away. Anne was in the kitchen, her eyes flicking between us with concern, and our mother, Ina, was bustling around, preparing breakfast."Morning," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I approached the table. Timothy gave me a supportive nod and followed.Andrew didn't respond. He just continued to stare at the TV, his body language screaming avoidance."Good morning, dear," Mom said, turning to us with a smile. "Did you boys sleep well?""Uh, yeah, we did," I replied, forcing a smile. "Thanks, Mom."I glanced at Andrew again, hoping for any sign that he mig
The lunch bell rang, and the corridors of my school buzzed with the usual clamor of students heading to their favorite hangouts. I gathered my things, my heart heavy with the unresolved tension between Andrew and me. Determined to make things right, I decided to find him and try to talk once more. The thought of him hating me gnawed at my insides, making it hard to focus on anything else.I started my search by heading to his classroom, hoping he might be there. As I approached the door, I saw a few of his friends standing around, laughing and chatting. Mustering up my courage, I walked over to them."Hey, have you seen Andrew?" I asked, trying to sound casual.One of his friends, Kyle, gave me a cursory glance before looking away dismissively. "He's not here. Try somewhere else."The others snickered, and I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my neck. "Do you know where he might be?""Not my problem," Kyle muttered, turning his back to me.I bit my lip and turned away, my face bur
The next morning, I reluctantly got out of bed, the events of the previous day still heavy on my mind. I knew today wasn't going to be any easier, but I had to face it. I slowly made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where the scent of pancakes and bacon greeted me. Normally, this would lift my spirits, but today the air felt thick with tension.When I entered the kitchen, I saw my family already seated at the table. Andrew was there, his face set in a stony expression, still refusing to meet my gaze. Mom was bustling around, placing dishes on the table, and Dad was sipping his coffee, his brow furrowed in thought."Good morning," I said softly, taking my seat."Morning," Mom replied, but her usual cheeriness was missing. Dad just nodded, and Andrew said nothing.We ate in strained silence, the clinking of cutlery the only sound breaking the heavy quiet. I tried to swallow the food, but it felt like sawdust in my mouth. I kept sneaking glances at Andrew, hoping for some sign of soften