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I died and went to heaven, that's exactly how I felt like. The being I beheld through the binoculars was no human, he was an angel. I gasped out loud as I saw a close-up of his beautiful face. How one boy could possess the beauty of a thousand hot men I knew not, nor did I know how he could live on planet earth without its inhabitants forcing him to be king over them. One thing's for sure, when I saw him all I wanted was to make him king over me, my heart my hands, my body, my everything. I could give him money just for being cute. I swear I felt guilty for looking at this artwork of human architecture, a masterpiece of nature, for free. My hands wondered into my pockets as if there to find some cash for him. Oh, he had stolen my heart! Without his knowledge he had taken the key to my heart and had the power to do unto me whatever he pleased. Like Moses
of old he held the staff, not to part with it the red sea but to part my brains from my head. Effortlessly he
smote my heart with the staff and bam, my brain parted from my head and I was left a crazy man, crazy for him. Oh if only he knew what he was doing to me just by his beauty, surely his heart would have been moved with compassion, he would have tried by all means to relieve my love sickness, perhaps with his kisses. Then I would have been addicted to his prescriptions. My heart sank as he vanished from view. Like a mother seeing off her son as he heads to fight in some war zone in the middle east, so my heart felt, yearning to hold on to him and never let go. I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to do something about it. Soon.
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"Ah," I sighed as I logged into facebook. I had to update my status, the feeling I felt within was just too much for me to keep quiet, I just had to share or I would burst. This feeling was new and strange to me, I'd had crushes before but none of them had such an impact on me. If what I felt was not love itself, then it was a sister of love...a twin sister. I logged in and there were a few friend requests, most of them from random girls, as usual, some spammers some real people but to me they were all in the same category and I was not interested. This phenomenon of receiving a lot of friend requests from a lot of girls started when I changed my profile pic from Simba the lion king to a pic of myself with blonde hair, fake blonde of course. None could tell the blood that coursed through my veins was that of a brunette, none except the few people that knew me personally. I was hoping to attract as many hot boys as possible, it was sorta not working in all that well in real life so I thought, why not try online? But just as in real life, it seemed I could only attract the wrong crowd, girls. Or is it the right crowd for the wrong person? Arrrgh! It is so hard to get a boyfriend without you giving any hint about your sexual orientation. Hard I tell you, hard! It's like fishing without any bait. No. It's harder
than that. I quickly rejected the friend requests from girls. But there was this one friend request from a guy named Phillip Martin. I quickly clicked 'Accept' and checked out his profile. A picture of a dog was his profile picture, but wow his profile was impressive. His likes, hobbies, e.t.c., were all almost identical to mine. I saw myself getting along with this guy. "Blake, dinner is ready!" mom called out downstairs. "Coming!" I said. But before going down I had to change my profile picture back to Simba, maybe then things would normalise.
'Hi Blake, thanks for accepting my friend request,' a message popped up on chat. It was from Phillip.
'You're welcome Phil,' I typed and clicked send. He replied with four smiley faces. Four. Mhm.
'What's with the many smiles?'
'Nothing really, just that you called me Phil, and I like that, a lot.'
'Oh, well then let's make you smile some more...Phil Phil Phil Phil, that will be enough to keep you smiling all through the night.'
'Hehehe, you are so right!' Wow, this guy really liked me, and there was nothing he could do to hide it. But I had to hear it from the horse's mouth.
'Phil you like me eh?' I went straight to the question. There was a bit of a pause. Hope he didn't get scared and just leave, cause I was starting to somewhat enjoy the attention, from a boy for once. That was rare. It kinda gave me hope that I could attract the same sex after all, maybe even the pretty boy that had stolen my heart, if he was gay. Please let him be gay.
'I like your picture, and humor...so, I guess I do like you,' he replied. Awww, hope he doesn't fall for me as hard as I have fallen for pretty boy, I don't know If I could reciprocate the feeling. I have made such a huge investment in my major crush on pretty boy that it would be hard to withdraw it and place it elsewhere. But then again, here is a boy that liked me back already, why should I let him pass me by and cling to an unattainable dream of having pretty boy. Even if he were gay, could I possibly have a chance with him? No way. Here is Phil for me, let's hope he's real, and cute, then he'd be a
keeper.
'Blake are you there dude?'
'Yes, I am.'
'Thought I chased you away.'
'No you didn't, I'm okay with you liking me, in fact I like it.'
'Well in that case, let me let loose. You're cute Blake! You're hot, handsome, adorable!'
'Whoa, easy boy, go easy on me :) , you're making my head grow. The one on my shoulders that is.'
"Phil, the food's getting cold!" mom
yelled.