• His eyes, pale white blue, ever so as the snow. When he walked, it was as if it was in slow motion. His long skater-boyish hair beautifully elapsed over one eye as he casually flipped it back so he can see better.When he walked,it was as if it was in slow motion, not considering the fact that he usually skateboarded his way through. He really had a talent. He had many talents to be exact. One talent that i specifically care for is the fact that he can make himself adorable at any time. Like when the teacher calls upon him and he doesn't no the answer, he gives his hair a tiny flip and cocks his head to the side as if he were analyzing the problem, then he just slowly says "this problem is just too above my level". Even though, we all know e can do it with his eyes closed. It's all just so...anti-climactic, the way he keeps you waiting and then...nothing. Like I have been waiting, watching, I would really hate to say it, but i would think that i really love him. That the fact that i care about him to such an extent that I can't understand it myself. I want to talk to him, understand him, kiss his lustful lips.....but then, reality reveals its ugly head. He is a guy, I'm a guy, it's high school...and then there's Alicia. My girlfriend, what would people say if they find out I dump one of the hottest girls in school for a guy that may not even be gay/bi. In high school everyone is in your business, everyone is a critic, they wait for you to make the slightest move and the they critically judge you. I wouldn't, I couldn't, face up to all of it. I turn away as skater-boy skateboards right past me. As far as I'm concerned these feelings don't exist,and my main focus is Alicia, because throughout all of it, I know that I'm going to lose in the end. Why fight a battle you won't ever win. I guess, i will for ever be, stuck in the closet.