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First day of being a sophomore in high school. The time when grades and moments of your life are suppose to start happening. These moments of my life did appear, along with grades of course…but not how I expected them to happen. I walked through my bedroom door and into my hallway like any other day, but I was trudging along thinking about how my new high school would be. I had moved just recently when my mom found a job at a far off city in the north. The place is pretty nice, I mean, I can’t argue about the nice scenery, but…I miss my old town. “Meh…,” I spoke in a soft quiet groan as I pressed against my bathroom door. Getting in, I pushed the door back to close it, but a hand came out of the corner of my eye and stopped it. I jumped from one side of the bathroom and landed straight on the toilet seat in fright. “Hi son!” my mom scram from outside as she then started to walk away. “Mom! That wasn’t funny at all, you know I hate that,” I whined as I got back up from the toilet seat. My mom laughed in the distance of the house and started up the stove as she was going to make our daily morning meal, macaroni and cheese.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, I examined my face as I’m self-conscious of how I always look all the time. “Brown eyes, chestnut hair cut just enough for that boyish anime look, baby soft face, and the average body of a fifteen year old teenager,” I spoke under my breath. “You mean the cute son of mine that’s just begging to be someone’s boyfriend!” my mom smiled as she open the door and pinched my cheeks from behind me. “Ow! Mom, why do you have to do that all the time?” I blushed with annoyance and at what she had spoken of me as. My mom was not an average mom. She is full of life and cherishes every moment she has with me before she goes to work. Then again, her appearance is also tantalizing for her age, thirty-four. She’s thin, beautiful, and has hair that reaches her waist with vibrant colors of brown. “Well it’s true!” my mom grinned with happiness again and walked out to check on the food, “you are just the cutest boy I’ve ever seen growing up!” I finished up getting ready in the bathroom and went into my room to get my pants on. “Hm, wonder if the school will allow me to wear any color…” I questioned myself. Then, a light glimmered in my closet, just to the other corner of the room. “What is that?” I hesitated with fear and stepped back from the closet. The doors of the closet opened slowly and I closed my eyes as a radiant light glimmered outward so bright, then stopped. “Ugh...” a boyish voice spoke with faintness. I opened my eyes and I couldn’t breathe or talk.

There was an almost completely nude boy in my room, sitting on the floor. Where did he come from!? How did he get in my closet!? Why doesn’t he have all his clothes on!? My mind rushed with confusion and embarrassment. “Uh…hey you,” I blushed. The boy looked at me with his deep blue eyes and a frown, “Hm?” I covered my eyes with my left arm and spoke again, “Um…how did you get in my closet?” I heard the boy stand up from the ground and turn towards the mirror to the side of him. “I was teleported here, from a Centamorta,” he spoke as I peeked a sliver of what he was doing with my right eye. “H-hey! Don’t do that!” I grabbed his left arm to stop him from taking his almost completely torn shirt off. The boy looked at me with a weird expression on his face. “You look…so…” I blushed again and turned away, “I mean…I have some shirts and pants in my closet you just came out of, find something to wear would you?” The boy laughed cutely in a childish way and took the offer to find something to wear. “Done,” he spoke. I turned around and was speechless once again. He was wearing my favorite black t-shirt and deep blue shorts. “How’s this?” he asked, looking at me with a casual confused face. “Heh…it fits you nicely,” I smiled, “now, what’s your name?” The boy looked intently into my eyes, “Asher, Asher Fynx, you?” I closed my eyes to pretend like he wasn’t eyeing me, “Um…Terrance…Knightley.” I know I’m shy, but why am I acting like this? I’ve never felt like this around guys before, so why now? What’s wrong with me today!? “Terrance?” Asher questioned, staring at me daze off in his direction, tilting his head and wincing with his left eye.