It was a Friday, I don't quite remember what day of the month it was, but it was Friday. Me and my friends were heading out to the pub for our mate Murray's birthday. I was really tired and a little bit high, but I couldn't miss this. Murray had been one of my best friends since kindergarten and he was finally turning 20. I'm already 20, infact, I'm 22 now. My friends are always saying I look like a 14 year old boy straight out of the closet, but that doesn't bother me. Before I came out when, I was 17, I looked like an absolute wreck. 5 years of being scared of what people would think. My friends knew all along because we were so close I didn't even hesitate to tell them.

Anyways, Friday the something of November. We get to the pub. My hands are so cold I can barely feel them and my underwear are damp because I sat on a wet bench. Murry is already wasted alongside James and Lorrie. Me, Samantha and Lockey are fine, just a bit high, as usual. We all sit down and James orders us all a glass of beer. We all say cheers and sing happy birthday to Murray, but Lorrie passes out in the middle of the song and Samantha takes her home. Incase your wondering, we all flat together. Any who, time is flying by, we're all having fun and Samantha is soon back. I'm getting drunker by the second and then all of a sudden I see him. Tall and muscular, his hair is shiny and black, his eyes blue and his lips are the perfect shape. He looks at me, and all I do is stare, deeply into his eyes. He stares back, but he looks worried. All my friends are looking at me too. He comes towards me and I feel it rise. The worst thing that could happen in this moment, the one thing that will ruin all my chances with him... vomit. It goes everywhere, all over him, my friends and even the person working behind the bar. I can hear the whole bar making disgusted noise, but to my surprise "he" isn't. Actually he's holding my head, I'm resting in his arms! I think he's telling everyone to shut up and he offers to take me home since none of my friends can drive and I'm in no state to walk.

"YES!" I say without thinking.

"I mean uh, that would be great thanks..."

"Ofcourse, anytime."

His words race through my head, intact if it was a race I'd be winning. "Anytime, anytime, anytime!"

He gets me standing and then puts my right arm over his shoulders.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asks.

"Just great." I say, "Just great..."

He walks me out of the pub and to a car, the car if quite fancy, it looks old but shiny and heck! He helps me into the car and when he gets in he does my buckle.

"Thank you." I say nervous that I'm blushing.

"You're welcome." He says smiling, "I'm Kai by the way."

"I'm Itsuki, but please, call me suki." I say.

"Okie dokie suki."

I giggle, but it doesn't come out as a giggle. It comes out sounding like a dying cat. I'm so embarrassed I can't hold it in. I start to cry tears poor down my cheeks and soak my tshirt. Kai reaches into his pocket and pulls out what looks to be a used tissue.

"Will this do?" He asks

"What do you mean?" I say knowing exactly what he means.

"For you to wipe your tears." He smiles.

I take the tissue and wipe fy tears away from my cheeks.

"Thank you." I say.