I stood in the window, watching as my mother placed her things into the back of the taxi. She was leaving again, for a month this time, supposedly on a business trip to Milan. I was always left alone without her, so I supposed that I was used to it; even if I did remain bitter about it. As usual, I begged her to take me with her, but she reminded me that I had an education to continue. Thinking about it made me want to roll my eyes, knowing that I was home-schooled, and I barely knew anybody my own age. Our neighbour's son, Theo, was apparently somewhere around my age. He was that "popular" type of boy, with the chiselled abs and the jawline that you could slice yourself open with. His eyes were icy, almost like somebody was trying to thaw the Arctic tundra inside them. He was mesmerising, to say the least.

My mother looked up at my window, I raised a hand to wave at her, she blew a kiss at me. I smiled to humour her, watching my step-father open the door for her, before pecking her on the cheek. He was good to my mother, although I wasn't one-hundred-percent keen on him myself. The was something different about him; something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I spent many of the hours that I was supposed to be studying just staring at him, trying to figure him out; he was my teacher, in case there are any misconceptions.

Shaking my head, I stepped away from the window, backing away into the dark recesses of my room. It was six in the morning, and my eyelids were already beginning to droop. I wasn't due to start my lessons until ten.

Rubbing my eyes, I sat down on the edge of my bed, letting out a sigh. I crawled into the centre of my bed, curling up into a ball, burying myself underneath the covers. I wasn't mentally prepared to multiply two numbers together that I didn't care about, or read about characters madly in love when nobody would love me. Sighing again, I closed my eyes tightly, willing sleep to wash over me again. My mother's taxi raced away down the street towards the airport, as my step-father stood outside for just a moment. Then I heard his footsteps on the gravel, the front door close, then his footsteps again as he made his way upstairs to the room that he lovingly shared with my mother.

His name was Laurie, and he had been a teacher in an English high school a few years ago. He had met my mother through a friend of a friend at one of her little country club dinners. I remembered when she sat me down, telling me about this great man she had met with the golden hair and the warm brown eyes. To her, he was a God-send, knowing that her son was bullied for being small, thin, and generally unable to defend himself; he offered to school me himself. He was kind, gentle, patient; yet I couldn't put my finger on what made him different to everybody else.

I hushed myself in my head, bringing both of my hands under my cheek. It comforted me - I had no idea why. Sleep smothered me like a passing wave, and I drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

My alarm went off at ten. My hand snaked out from underneath my covers, lightly tapping the 'off' button. I kept my eyes closed, as I sat up, both hands covering my face. With waking up, came its partner – my morning run. I was never in the mood for it, but I knew that it was good for me. It woke me up, it got me focussed, and it made sure that my body remained somewhat thin. It had always been a fear of mine that I would put on too much weight, and render myself even more undesirable than I already was. A small, skinny homosexual boy in this day and age struggles to find somebody to love, and somebody to love them. Well, in my opinion anyway.

I swung my legs over the side of my bed, goosebumps spreading like a rash across my body as my skin touched the cold wooden floor. Heat radiated through the open window, my curtains flowing in the late summer breeze. I hoped that it would rain, as running in the rain was one of the finer things in my short life.

The shorts that I usually wore during my routine run laid on the floor near my armchair, I shuffled over to them, pulling them on. I didn't care if they were dirty, they would only be getting dirtier anyway. My drawers were sitting next to my bed, meaning that I only had to put menial effort into dressing myself. I took a random shirt from out of my bottom drawer, pulling it over my head, looking at my bed-head in the mirror. I ran a hand through it, smoothing it as best as I could, before leaving my room.

Ever since Laurie had moved in, the house felt different. Like the aura of the place had changed completely from the dark sombre home that I used to know, into a place of happiness. I supposed that it was because Laurie had brought about change, bringing structure into our lives. Even though I felt it both metaphorically and physically, I was never alone. He was always there, doing whatever it was that he did when he wasn't trying to teach me. I appreciated what he did for her and I; but the thought still remained.

My body forced the stairs to squeak, as I made my way downstairs. I turned my head to the left, noticing that he wasn't in the lounge. To the right, he wasn't in the dining room. I went to the right, following the arches until I reached the closed brown door, raising my hand to knock. "Come in, William." He said, I twisted the handle, letting myself in, before tucking my hands into my pockets. I stood by the door, waiting for him to look up from whatever it was that he was doing.

He was sat at his desk, papers surrounding him, glasses on top his head. I began to feel something; a feeling that I had never really experienced before. I chewed the insides of my mouth, waiting for him to look up.

"Take your hands out of your pockets." He said, writing something in his curly hand-writing, before looking up at me. He smiled, those warm eyes of his copying his mouth – there was that feeling again.

"I'm going running. I should be back by eleven." I announced, he raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. I smiled courteously, before backing away towards the door, letting myself out. He stared at me, until we could see each other no longer. Letting out a sigh of relief, I scratched my cheek, heading towards the door. I wasn't completely sure if that particular encounter was anything awkward, but I slowly began to feel my cheeks burn. I was blushing. I scowled at myself, marching over to the front door, reminding myself that I was a sixteen-year-old boy, that found most interactions with a parent-figure embarrassing. I shuddered, closing the door behind myself, rubbing my arms as the breeze nibbled at my exposed skin.

I could swear that I felt somebody watching me, but when I turned around, I was greeted by nobody. I shook my head, picking up a good pace, ignoring the paranoia that my mind always managed to generate.

As my surroundings moved around me, I watched the people as they went about their day. Work, school, errands – all of them led more interesting lives than I did. All that I did was wake up, run, eat, do my school work, and sit in silence in my rooms. Every now and again Laurie would play an old record, or I would hear him humming as he made dinner for the family. He truly was a family man; even though sometimes he found it difficult around me. He would listen in on the arguments that my mother and I had, probably wondering what he would do if he was in her situation.

I let out a deep breath, keeping my pace, as I followed the road. We lived on a cul-de-sac, so whichever way I turned I would always end up right back where I started. My mother claimed that it was to keep me safe, but I didn't really care about whether I was safe or not. I was a few years away from becoming an adult, and then I would be off to college – to study what, I didn't know. I had always fancied myself as an actor, or a writer, but I had done neither of those things for a long time. Along with discovering my sexuality, I had pushed away all of my hobbies.

Less than twenty minutes later, I was back outside my house. I bent over, holding my stomach, trying to regulate my breathing. That feeling was back again, so I stood up, looking around. Theo was standing across the street, smiling at me, waving slowly. I smiled back, wiping my forehead. "Aren't you going to be late for work or something?" I called, scratching the back of my neck.

"Who cares," he chuckled, tucking his hand into his pocket, "See you around." He waved again, heading off down the street, hands still tucked in his pockets. He's so hot, I said in my head, biting my bottom lip. I had heard some stories from the other neighbours; how he liked older women and younger boys. One of the neighbour's daughters told me that his mother was very surprised to find him in bed with a woman almost the same age as her. I shuddered at that thought. Imagining naked women was not something that I got kicks out of, especially when I could be imagining the hot young man that was screwing them senseless.

Turning on my heel, I walked along the garden path, up to the front door. Straight away, I could smell something cooking in the kitchen. The smell had gripped my nostrils, dragging me inside to the source.

There he was, glasses on, frying bacon in a pan which I assumed was for me. He noticed that I was standing there in the doorway, smiling, he gestured for me to sit down. I obliged, pulling out the stool, sitting in front of him. He tilted his head, looking down his nose at me. His glasses were clinging to the edge of his nose, our eyes locked on each other's.

"Here." He said, lifting up a plate, neatly placing strips of bacon next to each other in the centre of it. I smiled, as my stomach grumbled, he stared at me silently.

"Thank you." I said with a mouth full of bacon. He chuckled, placing the pan into the sink, before turning to face me.

"Come straight to my office when you're finished. You have school work to do." He said in a tone that I couldn't really decipher. As he began to walk away, I cocked my head to the side, shovelling more food into my mouth. Laurie never failed to confuse me, especially with the way that he spoke to me sometimes confused me. First it was as though he liked me, that he enjoyed having me around. Then, as if he had some sort of dramatic mood-swing in a matter of seconds, he would act as though he hated me. Like I was the bane of his life, or something undesirable that disgusted him. I shook my head, rolling my eyes, continuing to eat my lovingly-prepared breakfast.
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Day 1: A song you like with a colour in the title- Blue Monday by New Order

Okay boys and girls, here's that new story that I was mentioning in 'Teach Me'. I actually really like it, and I feel like it's something different? I don't know. It's Lolita-esque I know that, BUT I love the whole concept of things that are 'taboo' yanno??

Let me know what you think??