I really don't know when we started talking, so I'll just start from the very beginning. For starters, I was the new kid my senior year in highschool and while I wanted to come off as straight, I ended up becoming a gay icon. On the first day of school, I saw him. I didn't say anything because I was trying to keep a low profile, but people had already suspected me of being gay. "Hey. I think that man gay", I heard one boy say. The second day of school was spent introducing myself to my classmates, but I didn't see him. I remember a girl calling me "boy that's in front of me" while we were walking down the hall. I turned around and met her. I remember the third day of school as well— We were taking a trip to the local community college and I sat on the second seat from the front. He sat beside me... I realized he really wasn't the talkative type, but I'll get to that as my story progresses. The following days and weeks I wouldn't see him— I'd take calculus with him but i didn't sit near him. He wouldn't make his move until months later. November was the month it seemed as though everything changed. He started talking to me, and I had these dreams about him. I had a feeling they had something to do with him but I knew I couldn't tell him.
One day he and I were in the library working on a group project and since two of our group members had left to play a basketball game, it seemed as if he became more...sociable, if even only with me. I walked up to him with my backpack on and he said "you ain't gone take off ya backpack?" And I was like eh... I'll take it off I guess. So he starts talking and I swear this is the most he's ever talked all year. He talks to me about life and asks me if I think he sounds "country". I tell him no and it's like he's flirting with me. That day I wanted to ask him, but I didn't want him to stop talking to me if he wasn't.. I'm more or less having trouble remembering what happened so the rest of my story is going to be diary entries.
December 18, 2015 — "This week, we spent the majority of our time copying off of each other's answers in Calculus and partaking in concise yet meaningful conversations. "
February 15, 2016 — "Shortly after entering my dreamscape, I found myself on a train at night. It was after I decided to look out the window that I noticed him sitting on the blue-tinted leather seat adjacent to mine. I called out to him and he looked up. Because this wasn't the first time I'd seen a boy in my dreams, I figured it'd behoove me to extract information from my subconscious by posing him inquiries. I asked him if I could sit on the seat with him— he said yes. I quickly moved over to his seat and took a brief pause before posing him inquiries. My inquiries were mainly regarding his introversion and quietness. He answered my queries in a timely manner and I was, for the most part pleased because we were alone and I felt comfortable being with him. After a while I could feel him growing uncomfortable, and my prediction proved to be true when he stated that he'd be moving to another seat. He moved with leisure as I watched him go."
In April, I remember we were all sitting in this big room waiting to go on a field trip and he wouldn't stop looking at me. It's like he was analyzing me almost. Then we sat on the bus getting ready to go on the field trip and my ass had the nerve to ask him if it was okay to sit on the seat with him