It's getting darker {Tristan}

[Jeremy Rocusha]

The young male walked into the cafe, not really in the mood to talk to anyone today. His hair was straight, and down. Not like his usual self you could say. For some reason or another, today was just one of his off days. He waited in line, his mind on a specific male. He was gay, so what? He did have a feminine body and bone structure. It's not his fault. After he ordered his drink, he sat down at an empty table, looking out of the window as he did so. He noticed that they sky had become darker since he had left from his school, more clouds were in the air, less birds flying around chirping happily. He ran a hand through his long hair and waited for his name to be called so that he could go and grab his drink.

Jeremy took a look around the room, noticing that he was pretty slow and empty in the cafe than it normally is. 'Probably since it seems like it's about to rain.' He thought to himself as he leaned on the table, crossing his legs as well. He had not seem his twin brother all day, which was the weird thing. 'He was probably skipping, again.' After a few minutes of sitting there in silence, he heard his name being called and got up to and get it. Hopefully the other male that he was thinking about, might just show up.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan was there. He was in the corner alone, sipping on his french vanilla latte, and picking at a chocolate almond biscotti. He had his phone on the table, texting a few people. Alex, and Dometri. The only people he really socialized with.

From the corner of his eye though, he saw the long haired male. His heart almost stopped, not able to speak, to see if he wanted to come and sit. He looked down, sitting his drink down, now a bit more nervous. He never ate infront of people he liked. It made him feel fat, and rather insecure.

His eyes fell to a group of seniors, about four, laughing, telling gay jokes loudly. His shy half-smile went into a frown, looking out the window as the rain started to pour down. Great, he had to walk home, which was only three miles, but it'd ruin his hair. When water and his hair met, it became a little frizzy.

His mind went blank, wondering what to do. He was getting bored alone, Alex had to go, to be with her boyfriend, and Dometri just didn't want to talk anymore. A small sigh escaped his lips, and he laid his head down, forgetting about his biscotti until the chocolate was on his cheek. He frowned, deciding to keep his head down. He'd only embarass himself if people saw him like that, maybe thinking he was retarded, and couldn't eat right...

[Jeremy Rocusha]

Jeremy grabbed his drink, paying for it as well. He went straight back to his table, sitting down once again. He pulled out his cellular device, to see if anyone had contacted him at all. Of course they wouldn't he wasn't really popular. First off, they he dressed was bound to send people in the other direction. And then his hair, a lot of people thought that he looked like an idiot. But he liked the way he dressed and styled his hair, and was not about to change it for someone else's' desires. He took a small sip as he heard the rain starting to peddle to roof above him. He also heard some guys a couple of tables over from him, laughing loudly. What he did not get was why he did not notice him before. When he looked up from his table in their direction, he heard them starting to tell gay jokes. There was no way that he was going to say anything to draw attention to himself. His cheeks turned a light crimson color as he shifted his gaze back down to the table.

He started to rub his arms from underneath the table. Looking up again, he noticed someone else. The same male that he had been thinking about earlier. He did not even know that he was here, sitting over there in the corner. Now he was embarrassed. 'He probably saw my blushing from those gay jokes. Great. Just what I needed.' He sighed as he brought a hand out from under the table and brought the coffee up to his lips once more for another drink.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan whinned softly, sitting up, pulling the biscotti from his face, getting up and throwing it away, and retreating to the counter to get a napkin to remove his chocolatey layers.

He saw Jeremy look at him and blushed deeply, feeling like an idiot to be walking around with candy on one side of his face. As he got back to his table, he sat down, sighing to himself. He wiped the chocolate off with the best of his ability, not able to get it all off.

[Jeremy Rocusha]

Jeremy saw from the corner of his eye's, Tristan get up and go grab some napkins. He felt alone, just sitting there by himself when he could be sitting with him, getting to know him better, getting to talk with him. He decided that he would go over to him and ask to sit down. He went over this plan a few times in his head, but could not exactly bring himself to get out of his chair and walk past the four guys with their lame jokes and go talk to Tristan. He was a coward and he knew that. Well, more like shy. He just did not want to sound or act like an idiot when talking with him.
"Fine, I'll do it." Jeremy said as he stood up, taking hold of his cup with a stern grip, hoping to himself that he did not drop it or anything while he made his way over to the other male. He pushed in his chair, taking a deep breath as he did do. He started to walk down past the empty and occupied table towards his destination. When he got there, he put a head on his head and started to stutter.
"C-Could I sit here? If T-that's a-alright with you I m-mean."

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan looked at the male, wondering what he was thinking. As he got up, he quickly looked away, not wanting to be wierd, and stare. As he spoke, the boy smiled and nodded shyly. "Yeah! Go ahead.." he said, his heart almost bursting. "I'm....... Tristan.." he said, looking down at his coffee nervously.

[Jeremy Rocusha]

Jeremy smiles, showing off his pearly white teeth, setting his cup down on the table. He pulled out the chair and sat down quietly. "Thanks." He said as he started to stare at the other male shyly, taking a drink from the cup. He placed his hands on his thighs under the table, crossing his legs in the process. He pushed his hair out of his face as he heard the other male start to speak.

"Hi..Umm. Nice to meet you. I'm..Jeremy.." He said as he felt a little uncomfortable. But this was normal to him. If he did not really know the other person he was talking to all that well, that was how he came across. He was trying to think of something to talk about, that way if would not be an awkward silence between the two.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan looked over him, watching the skinny boy sit down. He nodded slightly, "I....know who you are. Alot...of girls like you." he noted, looking away shyly.

"Um...Aren't you a junior?" he asked, trying to start a conversation. Though he wasn't good at it. He didn't want the boy to think he was wierd, but then again, that's just Tristan. "Do I still have chocolate on my cheek?" he asked, moving his hair from his left cheek.

[Jeremy Rocusha]

Jeremy avoided looking at him, knowing that his words would become lost when he did so. When he heard the word 'girls' he could not but chuckle at the fact. "Well I guess it's too bad for the girls that I'm not into them."He said as he shifted his gaze to the other male, staring at his gorgeous facial features. He started to play with his tongue ring, getting more nervous as they sat there. He would once in a while reach up and scratch his cheek.

"Yeah, I am. And you're a sophomore?" He said as he tilted his head to the side, feeling the uneasiness go started to leave, at least for him it was. He took a sip of his drink, not letting his eyes leave the others. "Yeah actually." He said, chuckling slightly as he picked up a napkin and leaned across the table, taking the chocolate off from the others face. He did not realize how weird it must be for a boy to this, so he quickly sat back down, letting the napkin lay on the table. A deep crimson blush formed on his cheeks as he lowered his head.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan looked over him, nodding slightly, "So...does that mean you're gay?" he asked lightly. He already knew Jeremy wasn't the straightest crayon in the box, or something among those lines.

"Yeah... I'm a sophomore." he blushed slightly, then saw the male wipe the chocolate smear from his face. Laughing lightly, his cheeks brightened, looking out the window shyly. "So... um...." he said nervously, looking down towards his own drink. He took a sip, ignoring the look that the three senior boys were giving them.

"Psht. I played soccer with that fag last year, when he was a freshmen. He always did look at me in the changing room." one bragged. A glare came to Tristan's eyes as he looked over to them. He loved soccer, and he wouldn't let a bunch of homophobics ruin it for him. "I'm not gay." he sneered, "And....you have a small penis, and a boxy face. I see no reason to like you..." he snapped angrily.

The other male glared back, then got up. "Let's go...guys." he said to his friends, leaving.

[Jeremy Rocusha]

Jeremy smiled and nodded his head to his suggestion. "Yeah, I am. But.. are you okay with that?" Jeremy asked, looking straight at the boys face with a blank expression, hoping that he would not say no, then he would feel like an idiot for even trying. ' I hope I'm not making a mistake.' He thought to himself as he heard the guys sitting a few tables away, starting to talk. He listened to what they were saying, his eyes darting back and forth to them and Tristan. He did not know many people here, but he sure was not fond of them.

"Don't pay attention to them, their just idiots." Jeremy whispered across the table, letting his elbows rest on the table as he held his cup between them. he looked to at the airheads once more before turning his attention back to Tristan. "You want to go somewhere? Even though their leaving?" He asked as he started to bite his lip and smile.

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan looked back to Jeremy, nodding some. "I'm fine with it. I'm...perfectly fine with it." he blushed, looking down to his coffee again.

"Oh. Yeah. I know. The one that was talking....him and I went out..." he said, "His friends didn't know, and he wouldn't tell them. He wouldn't be near me if we were in public. So I dumped him, and he has been trying to ruin my life ever since." he shrugged.

"Somewhere else? Like where?" he smiled, standing, taking his hand and pulling him out of the coffee shop, of course, after grabbing his own coffee, which was cold by now.

[Jeremy Rocusha]

Jeremy started to blush once more. 'Didn't I already say that every time I look at him I blush and get tongue- tied? Well I'm saying it now.' He thought to himself as he looked down and then back up again. "That's great to hear." He said softly, to where they other male could barely make out what he said, giggling as well. He felt stupid for actually giggling and became silent.

"You two went out? What did you ever see in him?" Jeremy said with a disgusted look on his face. 'At least now I know that I MIGHT stand a chance with him. Now I just gotta find out what kind of guys he is into.' He felt a hand on his own, and then the tugging. He grabbed his drink and threw it out on their way out of the coffee shop. "Well, it's seems like you're taking me somewhere." He said, flirting. 'I did not know I had that in me.'

[Tristan Taylor]

Tristan looked at Jeremy, smiling shyly. He was maybe the only other gay guy he knew, and he was defiently interested. Helooked away, thinking. "I like....the rain. You can choose where we go." he said, flashing a pearly smile.

He held onto the male's hand still, not even realising it. But later he did, and quickly let go, not wanting the other male to feel uncomfortable, though Tristan was completely fine with it. "So...um..." he started, looking shyly towards the long haired male. "Am I...your type?" he asked shyly.

[Jeremy Rocusha]

Jeremy smiled to himself inside, glad that he did choose to come to this specific cafe today. He was glad that this morning was bad, or else it would not have led him to come to the cafe, to talk with Tristan. Whatever had made his morning horrible, was all gone now. He was happy, and his heart was fluttering. "You do huh?" He said as he smirk at the other male next to him. He was happy that he was still holding his hand, but then he felt the other let go. He grabbed his hand again and pulled him out into the middle of the street, where barely any cars were at.

"You might be." He said smirking and flirting with him. He was never this confident. Somehow, someway, God must love his or something because having confidence was not him at all. He grabbed his other hand and twirled him around in a circle, getting both of them soaked to the bone from the rain. The only thing that he did not like about the fact that it rains, was the thunder. He was hoping that it would not come this time. "Yeah... you are." He said shyly, stopping in his place and looking down, letting go of his hands.