Chapter 1

[Elliot Isidore's Pov]

It was a cold day. A breezy and chilling one. The clouds cover the sun as the leaves fall like snowflakes during winter. The atmosphere was cool, yet the colours of my surroundings fills me with warmth. Orange, red, hints of yellow drowns my field of vision. Ahhh, I expire mentally. This is a good start to my day.

"Which means that the rest of it will be shit." I complained in advance. It's never a good omen for me whenever my day starts peacefully.

Weirdly peaceful, and I am not used to it.

I woke up to the sound of birds singing songs, waking me like I'm some kind of disney heroine. It had this fulfilling feeling that lingered in my mind, cleansing it from the drowsiness of just waking up at around 6 AM in the morning. My coffee ended up being sweeter than usual, too. Usually, it leaves a bitter taste in my tongue. Sometimes it's too plain, no taste whatsoever. However, this morning, it's sweeter and creamier, to the point where my enjoyment in gulping that coffee down was genuine instead of pretence in order to gaslight myself into thinking that I'm not a terrible brewer.

My whole shower journey was quite peaceful compared to other days, too. No bugs camping around waiting to strike, no clogs in the drains, the hot water finally working, it was like paradise dawned on me the moment I stepped inside the shower. I have no recollection about how my hot water worked again after a few weeks, but it certainly put me in a trance. I was in the mood to rub one out, but I might end up being marked as late if I do so.

It's a school day, and fortune every morning where it's a school day is a terrible omen. Who knows what awaits you at the corner of everything?

The leaves are still falling, and it smells so earthy. The crunch every step I take gratifies my hearing and my senses. It's quite relaxing, it's very pleasing. I think to myself.

I took one long pause, distracted by the aesthetic of fall that I'm witnessing and experiencing at the moment. It's so unlikely for this town to be this peaceful. Something's gotta be up; what is it? I might be farfetched, but it's really quiet, or I'm just overanalyzing stuff.

I probably just am.

Anyway, I might be late, so I better hurry. I checked my pocket for my phone and opened it up to see the time, "I swear to god minutes have passed," I said to myself as I stared at my phone dead in the eye. 30 seconds has passed since the first paragraph, and school starts in 2 hours. My transportation ranges from 20 to 30 minutes, so technically, I still have time to do it, right?

Won't it be suspicious that I'm too early for school?

Yeah, kind of. But time runs weird. 27 minutes ago, I was contemplating whether it was too early for me to go to school or not. I counted cars on the way and played with fallen leaves like a child, and now, as of the current, I'm in the school's restroom stall, bag's down, shirt's up, jerking off.

Weeks passed by without any actions, not even some self relief. I wasn't always in the mood to do so, and I was not feeling it for a long time, but for some apparent reason, today was different.

"Fuck... ngh." Trying my best not to moan too loud. No one but me is in the restroom, but it doesn't mean that I wouldn't be playing it safe. Safety measures!

Every breath I exhale became deeper and deeper, followed by my sweat forming plenty. The strokes of my cock became more faster, following the pace of my heartbeat. Sliding it down from the base to the tip, has it always been this sensitive? It felt good.

I was completely lost on the sequence of me pleasing my own cock. It was a risky move to do it on a bathroom stall, more so on a school stall! But it was worth the risk either way. I continue stroking my throbbing member, and as I try to keep myself from moaning, some visually erotic thoughts bombard my mind.

If I had a mouth willing to suck me off right now, I would've fucked it to no extent. I think to myself, a reaction from the imagery in my head that helped me stimulate my senses more. I became more sensitive. The tip of my cock exited precum, and I used it as a lube to make stroking my dick easier.

Fuck, I can feel it. I'm about to cum!

And then the door to the restroom opened.

I panicked and stopped. Well, I completely got out of that state and lost my mood to finish. It ended up with me edging myself. Shit, I'm more pent up right now.

As I tried to fix myself, my clothes and bags to make it look like nothing happened, a faucet opened, the deafening silence turned into the sound of water, falling. Splashing. Whoever just came in is washing their face. Why would I care anyway? They cockblocked me and I'm still mad about it.

My hands were sticky. I picked my bag up and opened the stall to wash my hands. Prideful, I decided not to even bat an eye on whoever just came in. I washed my hands, and as I scrub it without precision, the guy standing beside me looked me from top to bottom. Well, I saw from my peripheral anyways.

"Hello!" He greeted, with a jolly tone.

I was surprised. Hearing a soft and feminine voice coming out of a man. It's gotta be a guy, right? Well, I mean, I'm in the men's restroom, so it's technically a man. Or did I enter the wrong stall? That's highly unlikely. Okay, fuck, I guess I'll take a look at you. So I stopped the water by turning the faucet off, whisk away my hands to dry it, turning to the side to look at the person who just greeted me. "Hi." I replied.

Hi.... Hello.... What the hell? Was my first reaction when my gaze reached upon his body, his face. It was a familiar yet unrecognizable face, definitely someone I've never met before, but there's something about him that's eye-catching. Whoever this is, though, he is..... "Pretty."

"I'm sorry?" He questioned, eyebrows raised but still wearing a smile.

Fuck, I blurted something out. Let's go, Elliot! You're so embarrassing. "Oh,  nothing! Your hair's just pretty, is what I was meant to say." Saving myself from before.

This day has been weird so far. I mean, I was fortunate enough to live like a main character this early in the morning, and now, standing in front of me is probably one of the prettiest person I have ever encountered in my whole entire life. And I'm not exaggerating. His platinum blonde hair makes it look like he just woken up from the snow. His presence mirroring a flower at the centre of winter, comething about him seems so cold yet warm.

Like, a snowflake during fall.

"Aww, thank you!" He replies, his smile now wider than before.

What was I saying? I might be exaggerating. I try fixing myself for the second time, checking my phone to check the time. There's still an hour left before class starts.

"Are you late?" He asks.

"Oh, no, I was just checking the time. Classes don't start until, like, an hour." I answered. Looking at his lips. It's plump and rosy. I'm envious.

"Ah, really? That's good to hear." He sighs. "Kinda thought I'd be late, sorry, I'm new here."

Oh, that's why. "Haha, that's normal." I reacted. What ever happened to not batting an eye on him? Whatever, I guess.

That was followed by silence that lasted for a few seconds. Both of us are just idling there, smiling at each other in an awkward manner. How to follow-up... follow up, follow up, follow up.

"Right, so, what's your name?" He asks me once again, to which I reply as I reach my hand out for a handshake.

It's Elliot," I said, "Elliot Isidore. But you can call me..." People just call me Elliot, though. "You can call me Ellie." What the hell am I saying?

"Ah, Ellie. That's adorable." He responded sweetly, as he took my hand to accept tha handshake. His hand were soft. It made me crack a smile. This really has been a weird day so far.

"Well, Ellie, hopefully we can still see each other around." He smiles back, "I gotta go now!"

Yeah, bye. I didn't even get to wave goodbye. But one thing's for sure, I don't know what just happened.

My mind was rewired for some reason. Once again, I was put into a trance, and it's because of someone that I just met this time around. The restroom suddenly felt empty, but my mind was screaming internally. I didn't even get to ask for his name, whatever it is.

I set myself straight, focusing on another goal, head straight to class, and wait. Today's been a weird day, and I will repeat that sentence to express how uncanny this is for me.

I arrive at the class and minded my own business for an hour, distracting myself with videos that makes no utter sense, only existing for the sake of entertainment.

The trees look like they're swinging back and forth, back and forth as its leaves fly with the wind. Who am I kidding, I'm trying to make my mind move on from that encounter with that person. Etched in my head are his features, his eyes, his nose. This is pure envy, I think to myself.

I'm usually not the type to be attached to someone at a snap of a finger, but I wouldn't mind talking to him once again. I'm not saying that I'm interested in him, that's kind of fast, I don't even know who he is. This day has been so weird, the fall, that person... fuck, I didn't even get to cum. Not that it matters, but it's a big deal. If only he knew what I was doing... wait what. I'm not pertaining to him... am I?

"...introduce yourself." The professor spoke.

I didn't even notice that the class started already. I was deeply invested in my thoughts that I completely forgot that I'm in class.

"Uhm, well... my name is Amaryllis Couver. I like, well, flowers. And I'm turning 19 this november." A voice spoke.

A familiar voice spoke.

I turn my head to look at who it is and to my surprise, It is him! Standing infront of the class with his snow white hair, fair complexion and a slim build was the person who I was talking to. My eyes became wider, he stands out like a white fox. Am I lucky today? Why is the universe in favour of me today? Usually this is not a good omen but, I'm not gonna complain anymore.

The birds when I woke up, the shower working, the leaves falling, and this person, this day has been so weird, and I love it. I wanna be his friend, I say to myself. I dont think that I am interested in him per se, but... I don't know.

I noticed that the class was stupidly quiet, like, the shift of their focus turned to him and him only. They were all looking at this random stranger who happens to just arrive this day and yet, everyone's locked on him, I can tell.

"I'm sorry, what was your name again?" The professor asked.

Yeah, what was it? I didn't get to hear it the first time but it was Ar.... aracellis? Immaculis? Ama.... ama something was it? Ama...

"It's Amaryllis. Amaryllis Couver." Amaryllis said, wearing a smile.

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