Connor's POV:

No matter what you referred to it as a child: be it butterflies in your tummy, a volcano full of dinosaurs erupting, or even just plain being nervous around someone you had a major crush on, I'd never had that experience in my entire life. Of course I've had nerves, who hasn't? I'm scared of heights just like a large majority of the population is so every time I'm raised up more than two feet off the ground I get terrified. Maybe you could refer that to the dinosaur feeling. But it's never the crush experience.

My parents and all of my friends have always told me the only point of a crush is exactly what it says. To crush. Crush you to bits and pieces and to make you cry even though that's the last thing you hoped. You always hoped you'd get your butterflies and then ride off into the sunset on the back of a unicorn. Of course that always seemed highly impossible, but that was my vision.

Amongst all the thoughts circling my brain and all the beautiful people I'd seen heading class to class on a day to day basis, I never really got the feelings strong enough to muster up a crush. There were cute boys every now and then, they'd bring their heavy backpacks along with them to class, flirting with the most beautiful girls in school, and then fall asleep in class because they didn't have a care in the world what was going on around them.

That's one of the problems. The girls. Being a homo guy apparently I didn't really get a wide selection of guys at my age. Everyone was either too afraid to show their true-selves and were hiding it or were interested in the girls. Of course that's hardly any of my fault, but how could you tell anyone else differently. Most people don't like me for being the way I am, even though I'm slowly getting more and more accepted which of course I'm more than grateful for.

Anyway, but finally on my first day of the last year of high school I was determined to make a lot of changes in my life. I was determined to fall madly in love with a cute boy, no matter if he shared those interests or not, so yes I would let him crush me if that was my destiny. I needed to be normal. Not changing for those around me, but changing because I wanted to actually like somebody for once in my life.

So taking those thoughts and words and stride into my senior year of high school lifestyle, I walked down the hallways. I waved hi to my friends like I had always done, carefully picking my textbooks up and browsing my eyes down the groups of people I saw just standing around. There was Clara, my friend from elementary school, my younger brothers Riley and Toby and finally.. I couldn't believe it. My jaw dropped to the floor. I saw a new person. And it was a boy!

A little bit odd to start at a new school your senior year, I couldn't help but think, but that made me really excited because maybe I have a chance after all to meet somebody that I really like. I obviously don't even know what he looks like or sounds like or anything yet, so I can't judge him but one way to find out. I have to be abrupt, right? That's what the 'cool' guys are doing now days.

I walked up to the boy, noticing as I got a little bit closer that he has a full head of curly brown hair. My abrupt approach clearly wasn't going to work though because as I got closer, my nerves started taking over. No, not butterflies, not quite yet, just nerves. So I bit down on my bottom lip, adjusting my backpack's shoulder straps a bit and leaned my shoulder against the locker.

Clearing my throat ever so slightly I spoke up to the boy that I could now see was rather small. Smaller than I expected him to be if he's the same age as me in school. "Umm hi." I spoke softly, my voice coming out rather intimidated and shy compared to what I ever expected I'd be like around this new boy that I don't even know what he looks like other than maybe half his face?

The boy turned around and met my gaze, a cheeky smile forming on his plump and round lips, his soft brown eyes widening slightly as he looked at me. Oh boy. Was I that ugly and unappealing to look at already that he's looking at me like this? Compared to him I'm sure I definitely am. I just have my brown hair which I freshly dyed blonde for this school year and my baby blue eyes. Now him on the other hand, he has a curly head of brown locks, beautiful brown eyes, and a perfect angel's face. Was this my butterflies and my crush? Maybe. Possibly.

"Hi." The boy said softly, clearing his throat as well, a slight pink tinge appearing along his pale cheeks. "I'm Bradley, but you can call me Brad if you would like to. What's your name?" As he spoke more I could tell that he had an accent straight out of the British town of Birmingham. It's not often I see people like that around here. He's probably an exchange student or something on that order. I'd lost myself in my thoughts about his accent for a while that I didn't even realize he'd asked me my name so when he arched an eyebrow at me, looking amused is when I finally snapped out of it.

"Oh umm.. I'm Connor." I chuckled softly, my cheeks turning quite red so I turned away from him, quickly walking away because I felt so embarrassed, not realizing that he had giving me the biggest butterflies I'd ever get in my entire life and that I made my crush on him so frighteningly obvious to him himself.

After my little embarrassing encounter I honestly never thought I'd see that little cutie Brad ever again. Which I mean.. I'm awkward and super shy at times and I just made a humongous fool out of myself so why would we even get along or anything of the sort? I'm sure he's this really outgoing sweetheart that everyone loves just by one glance at him. Sounds like me.. and besides, he probably likes girls. Maybe I did just experience my first crush in a matter of an hour of telling myself that I was going to at some point this year.

But as usual stories go, I did see him again. No not in my first class, not in my second class, and not even in my third class. My first encounter with this adorable boy was at school lunch. I was sitting down by myself since I was the first one to make it to me and my friends' table, when the little human walked up to me with a smile on his lips, one which I swore never left and I hoped it never would, and waved.

"Hi. Connor?" He looked up and met my vision, me instantly nodding my head, taken aback that he remembered but also not wanting to make that same mistake involving a simple question again.

"Yeah it's me. Hi Brad." I smiled back at him softly, before he gestured to the empty table around me, pretty plainly asking if he could sit down besides me so that we could have a chat during the lunch. I agreed, knowing my friends would instantly like him as well. Probably more than they like me haha.

During the entire lunch hour we held an easy conversation. I didn't even really worry about the fact that my friends and brothers never showed up. We just slipped into our topics so easily that I almost forgot about everything possible around me. If that was a good thing I wasn't sure, but at least I was making a new friend in any case.

By the time, I finally realized what I'd completely forgotten the end of lunch bell was ringing and telling us that we needed to be heading to our fourth class. Which wait.. fourth class? Didn't I usually have four classes and then my lunch? Oh crap. Don't tell me I just went to the wrong lunch hour! That would totally blow but at the same time, that would be the exact thing that I would do.

"Bradley." I coughed softly, my cheeks turning red in concern from the fact of what I probably just did without even realizing. I've never skipped my choir class in my entire life. But I think I just did and it's freaking me out so bad.

"Yeah?" He asked, grabbing his backpack up from where it'd been sitting on the chair directly next to him, and slowly maneuvering his way up to his feet.

"How many classes did you have before lunch? I usually have four and I think I just totally skipped on the first day and went to lunch instead. That would totally explain a lot of things. But at the same time I don't regret it because I got to hang out with you, but.." I didn't realize that I was totally rambling so I ended up speaking some words that I never ever thought I'd be saying to Bradley in my entire life. "..I'm really glad that we've got to become friends among my insecurities and possibly having a crush on you with all kinds of butterflies and I.."

Brad stuck his hands up in the air before doing a bold move and grabbing my hands so that he could get me to stop talking basically right away. "Hold it." He whispered, a soft smirk forming on his lips. "First off, yeah you did only go to three. But I think you knew I'd be here so that's why you came. Which it's cool. You're a cutie."

My cheeks turned completely bright red from the situation that I was in, but it definitely didn't stop Brad from continuing his quiet and sweet monologue toward me.

"Besides, I have a study period this next hour and I know you probably have actual lunch so instead of hanging out with the people you normally do why don't you hang out with me outside? I was probably going to curl up and just read a book anyway."

I instantly agreed, not knowing if it was the best of ideas since I just met him but why not hang out with this boy that gives me consistent butterflies? Maybe something good could come out of it, who knows? Or I suppose it could be awful and crush me like I was saying before my parents say crushes do.

Bradley and I walked out of the building and outside, finding a good and comfortable spot behind the school's roof on some very green grass. Surprising with summer just coming to a close that it'd be this green already. I would have expected it to be very orange tinge or even brown with all the heat we'd experienced lately. We both laid down on the grass, me curled up fairly close to him, looking over at him with a bit of interest but turning away when he looked back at me.

I guess my intimidation wasn't going to last long when he literally leaned up over me like he was planking me and turned me around so I was flat on my back, pinning his arms up and over my head and staring down into my eyes. I never felt my cheeks flame so much in my entire life but I guess I couldn't expect anything else to happen when this 'god' was leaning over me like this.

"Con.." Brad whispered, his arms bending down ever so slightly so he was still over me but not as high up as he once was. I could feel our noses brushing a bit, his breath entwining itself with mine to the point I could smell his beautiful cologne and some other scent that I never smelled before so I had to assume was distinctly him.

"Yeah?"

"Shhhh.." He giggled softly before leaning ever so slightly further down, carefully caressing my cheeks in his soft hands before pressing a soft yet firm kiss to my lips. My eyes widened slightly in surprise since I'd never been kissed before or anything in my years of life, but it didn't matter because he moved down so he was no longer in the uncomfortable planking position and was basically on top of me.

I pressed my lips back against his softly and sweetly, gently gripping his curls in my finger tips and tugging gently causing his breath to hitch and pleased mumbles to come out of his lips.

I couldn't believe it.

We were doing this.

Making out directly on the backside of school property. How quickly things had escalated between my curly cutie butterfly creator and I.

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After that day, Bradley and I didn't talk as much as we had that day since we did have separate lunches after all and no classes together so the only time that we'd really run into one another is if we happened to be at our lockers at the same time. If that happened the only words exchanged were: 'Hi Connor.' 'Hi Brad.' and we'd live our days almost like we'd never met.

That was until times after school. I'd sneak out of the house, Brad would sneak out of his soccer practice and we'd gather up there and talk. Be it an hour, be it ten minutes, be it whatever time we were allowed before I'd either get caught or Brad would have to head back to soccer. We'd of course always have our little makeouts.

Things were always fairly easy and fairly simple. No complications. Not with my little contemplation of butterflies.

THE END