Let The Walls Come Down

It was raining hard that day and the weather complemented him in every way. The dark clouds matched his dark eyes and his tousled black hair. His fair skin stood out against the black V-neck shirt and the dark blue jeans he wore. The uncanny aura he is emitting was emphasized by the eerie sounds of thunder and the unexpected flashes brought by the lightning. All in all, whether the off weather outside our school affected my sense or not, this lanky guy standing in front of me is intimidatingly handsome.

“Jess,” John, my best guy crony, continued, “This is Stephen, my older brother.”

“Stephen, this is Jess Bowen,” John gestured to me, “My best homo friend.”

“What? I-“

“Don’t worry. I like homos.” Stephen winked at me and I knew I’m a goner.

That was the very first time I met him.