hey iI know its been a while but I have been extremely busy as of late. I'm not so busy now so I will be writing more. I still don't know if I'm going to continue and finish the other stories I started. I guess I might.
Anyway, I dont own anything. Sorry for any mistakes I'm doing this on my phone and auto correct hates me.
This story will be updated fairly often just to let you know.
Enjoy!
He wished he knew why he was there.
Well, that was a lie. He already knew why he was there. If he hadn't known he wouldn't have been there.
But he was there, so he did know.
What he really did want to know was why the hotel he was in, the hotel that he had chosen, just had to be the one two blocks away from the stadium that just had to be having a concert in it.
A very loud concert of the man who happened to be his favorite singer.
Magnus Bane.
An odd name to many, including himself, but he likes the singers name all the same.
He loved the singers voice too. There wasn't any way he could describe the mans voice, other than by using the word magical.
Not that that really mattered at this time.
For a few moments, he wanted to stay where he was, standing beside the open window of the hotel room he had gotten on the twelfth floor of the building and listening to the voice of Magnus Bane as he sang two blocks away.
But then he remembered.
He remembered peoples disgust as he had walked through the school. He remembered being pushed into the wall and beaten because he was northing more than a "fag", a "gay boy". He remembered that liking men was not being OK with many people. People who his life seemed to be completely full of.
And so, he sat on the ledge of the window, swinging his feet out to rest on the skinny ledge there. Then he stood, grabbing the edges of the window frame as he did.
this will get happier I promise!
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