I Want to live a Cliche

He was definitely my type. The moment I walked into high school two years ago and saw him, I made him the definition of my type. He’s the perfect man, because there was no way he was a boy anymore, simply pure man. An italian stallion with the confidence and swagger that made anyone notice. I sure took note of it. I took note of it right away.

Too bad I wasn’t his type. We were exact opposites actually. Everyone said opposites attracted, but there was just one problem. The one thing we had in common was the one reason he’d never be interested in me. A guy, who sits alone in his car in the parking lot, just watching him, like a stalker. 

I rolled down the window and laid my head on my arms which were dangling out the window. I’ll admit it was stupid to still be sitting there after school was already been out for over fifteen minutes. But I did it everyday, so I can grown used to my own stupidity. 

Opening the door, I put a leg out and started to sway back and forth. God really must have spent a couple extra seconds on that beautiful body. Probably cut into his time to create me, but he was worth the sacrifice. 

I glanced at my dash board. Football practice started in forty minutes. How did I know this,  because that’s when he stopped playing catch with his friends and head down to the field, and I went home. I did attempt lingering a couple times, but the other players always gave me the “what the hell are you doing here looks,” so it made me feel a little uneasy. 

“Go deep!” He hurled the ball throw the air to his friend. 

Even his voice made me melt, but that could also be contributed to the heat. I’d turn on my car, but then I look even more stupid. At least if someone asked what I’m doing, I could slam the door, turn on the car, and make up some lame excuse. 

He ran across the open grass and signaled for the ball. “Pass it here.”

Oh how I wanted to. Closing my eyes, I felt so pathetic. I was literally drooling over a guy that probably wouldn’t recognize me even if I told him we went to the same school. I flopped back across the seat and laid there, staring at the ceiling. Wiping the sweat from my forehead, I let out a sigh of frustration. When did I get to be this pathetic.

It wasn’t like he was stupid either. Hell, he was smarter than me. Just more thing that we polar opposites on. I was just a really unnoticeable guy, which had its perk and one very depressing draw back.

Shutting my eyes, I banged my fist on my forehead. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t just notice me without me doing anything. I didn’t have any confidence, so unfortunately I was relying on pure fate that he’d bump into me something. I even take him tackling me on accident and breaking my wrist in the process, if he’d just notice me.

Sitting up, I put my chin on the steering wheel. If I had the confidence, I walked over there, right now, grabbed him by the arm, take him somewhere private, and tell him how I feel. He probably punch me in the face though and that’s not how I want my only memory of talking to him to be like. 

If only my life could be one of those cliche that always show up in romantic chick flicks. I take him somewhere private, and we look into each other’s eyes, and I’d confess. He’d stumble over his words for a moment, but in the end, tell me that he’s loves me too. That he fell for me the moment he saw me and was just scared of being rejected. I’d tell him I’ve felt the same way and then he kiss me. 

Sighing, I closed my eyes and just wished that it would come true. Too bad I’m not living a cliche. The guy had a girlfriend. I knew that better than anyone else, and I hated to admit it, but she was a super nice girl. I wrapped my arms around my head. Why did she have to be a super nice girl. It would make me feel slightly better about lusting after her boyfriend if she was some snotty cheerleader. 

I glanced up at the field and saw him semi-tackle his friend before ripping away the ball. He wasn’t like that though. He’d never go out with a air headed girl that got a kick out of belittling people. But I guess that what made me feel so guilty, he chose the perfect girl for him. I just wanted to be the perfect guy for him. Who know, I might be. Excepted for the fact he’s doesn’t swing that way, so it really doesn’t matter.  

I banged my head on the steering wheel. I just wanted to live a cliche for once and get the happily ever after. It’s hard enough being the fairy boy why can’t I at least be rewarded for putting up with everyone’s crap and get the guy.

Glancing up, I felt my breath catch as he lifted his shirt to wipe his face. Pure, one hundred grade, solid man. Covering my eyes, I flopped back down and laid across the front of the car. 

“I’m going to hell,” I muttered, “I’m a sick pervert, who’s going to hell. Face it.” I shook my head and climbed back up to a sight that had me gasping for air. He was coming this way with his teammates. Slamming the car door shut, I searched the car for my keys. 

“Oh my god, oh my god.” I climbed up on the seat and ducked my head down so I could see if they fell on the floor. “Damn it,” I whispered. I glanced up again. He was coming directly at me. Why in hell did I park there? It was a direct line to the locker room doors. I was so stupid. Spent the last two years, making a point not to get caught, and I messed it all up in one day. 

“Hey.”

I froze and quickly spun around. His head was in my car, and I looked like an idiot, strung across the front seat. I was sweating before but now it had been kicked into over drive. 

He gave me a smile, and all I did was stare at him like a deer in the headlights. 

“Um… these were laying on the ground.” He held up my key ring.

My eyes darted to the rainbow ribbon that stood out a rather too well from everything else. Did he know I was gay? He didn’t know I existed, but maybe he heard of that gay kid, from his friends.

“Are they yours?” he laughed. 

I wanted to melt at the sound. I was such a sicko. I really deserved to live a long lonely life after turning into a perverted stalker. Sitting up, I held out my hand. “Yeah.”

He dropped them in my palm. “How long have you been looking for them? I’ve noticed you sitting out here for awhile.”

I did a nervous laugh and tried to get the key into the ignition. “Awhile. I’m just… yeah.” Brushing my sweating hair out of my eyes, I turned the key and heard my car quickly die right after. I wished I could have died with it. 

“Hmmm… sounds like it’s dead.”

“Yeah,” I muttered. “I have a bad battery. My dad’s cheap and instead of buying a new one he just puts another screw in the cord to help the connection.” Flipping off the key, I popped the hood and open the door just enough for me to slip out. I felt so awkward as I shuffled past him. 

“Need any help?”

I kept my head low and shook it. “No. Most likely I just need to wiggle the wire to get a better connection. It happens a lot.” I opened the hood and propped it up.

“Well I’ll stick around.” He walked over to me and folded his arms. “I need to see this screw thing you were talking about.”

I stepped out of the way or the battery. One of the wires looked like a porcupine with metal drilled all the way around it.

“Wow, that’s a redneck fixer upper if I ever seen one,” he laughed. 

Oh god help me, that sound will forever linger in my ears. I need to get out of here now, before something bad happened. I wiggled the mass of wire and metal. “Um… I’ll see if that works. 

“I’ll do it.” He walked around and jumped in my car.

The man that occupied all of my good dreams was in my car! He was in my seat. I know already I was going to be parked outside my house just engrossed in thought that he had sat there.

He turned the key and the car quickly came to life. “Wow, that actually did it,” he chuckled. 

“Yeah,” I rubbed the back of my neck and shut the hood. “Umm… thanks for your help.” I walked around the the driver side door. 

Turning off the car, he got out. I shuffled past and got in. I felt extremely self-conscious as he watched me put on my seat belt. Reaching for the keys, I found nothing hanging from the ignition. I glanced out the window to see him leaning on my door with them dangled out of his hand. His fingers were pinching the rainbow ribbon. I felt my face heat up, and I prayed that it would just pass as being overheated. 

“I like your keychain.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I went to the snatch them away from him, but he pulled them away. Great, the man I love knew I was gay and liked to torment them. My life really did suck. It sucked damn hard. 

He leaned further into the car and gave me a smile. I was pretty much trying to disappear into my seat. 

“If you’re going to watch, then do it where you won’t draw attention to yourself.” My mouth dropped open. “I…I…”

He reached over and brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “But then again, I won’t be able to help you next time your car won’t start.” He dropped the keys into my lap, before giving me one last smile and walking away. 

It took me a few seconds to recover from what had just happened, but once I did, I started my car and quickly put it into reverse. I pulled out of my spot and peeked over at the locker room doors to see him waving at me. I felt like a dork as I slowly raised my hand. Shaking his head, he just smiled and disappeared inside. 

I don’t care if he was just messing with me and actually meant what he said. Either way, I just got my cliche, and I be damn if I didn’t take it. 

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This is a short story I write for "Love at First Sight." The link is also on my profile, I'm listed as N.A.C. instead of varzanic.

http://www.moralfortitude.com/books-for-download/anthologies/

It can be downloaded for free and is part of an anthology with 12 other LGBT stories if you're interested. I decided I might as well put it here as well :) They've done another anthology rescent, so you can check that one out too-the theme is interracial couple.