'Where are my friends? Oh yeah. I don't know anyone in this town.' I thought sitting down at an empty booth in Breadsticks as the band started playing again.
Wow. The lead singer of that boy band is amazing! I love the blazers too. Maybe they're a private school. Man would I like to go there. All those hot boys. And I bet less drama. I hate being gay if it means everyone wants to attack me. Oh my god. Why do I keep talking to myself like this? Okay shut up.
"Excuse me?" I heard someone say. His voice sounded like he was from France. I looked up to see an extreamly handsome boy standing by the other side of the booth. He was wearing silver skinny jeans and a red t-shirt. His green eyes matched his green finger nail polish. His blonde hair spiked up.
"Uh, yeah?" I said. What the heck. 'Uh, yeah.' sounds totally rude. Oh my gosh shut UP! "Sorry to disturb you. Um nevermind." He said sighing and turning around.
"God. No wait!" I said jumping up and grabbing his arm. "Oh sorry!" I said when he turned around and we both looked at my hand, which I let go of his arm. "I know it sounded rude. Really I wasn't meaning for it too. I guess I'm a rude person. No wait I'm not! I just ramble when I'm nervous. I hate it. I mean..."
"Okay, okay." The boy laughed. "So my question was, may I sit with you? I'll buy you dinner." He asked. "It's a date! But first, what's your name?" I asked as we sat down on either side of the booth.
"Oh wow. I'm terribly sorry. I'm Trace Cullen! And who are you?" He asked grabbing my hand. I could feel myself blushing, which made Trace laugh. "I'm Kurt Hummel." I said.
After we ordered there was a long pause of an awkward silence. "Ah, so Mr. Hummel tell me about yourself!"
"Alright. Well, I just moved here from California. I know I don't have a California accent, it's because I only lived there for about a year. Before that I lived in Arizona for about two months. And well so on. I was born in Chicago, Illinois. Um, I love to sing, act, dance. All the Broadway type stuff. I love theater. I don't understand sports. And yeah I think that's it." I said smiling at the look on Trace's face. He looked interested and yet bored.
"That's so cool Kurt! I'm from Paris, France. Born and raised. But I always loved America. So I started speaking American when I was five and I can speak it very fluently now. I love theater too! Broadway, ah yes I love it! Wicked, is my favorite musical! I love sports! Well, if cheerleading is a sport! And I've been gay since I was about ten." Trace said a little nervous with telling that.
"I'm gay too." I reasured him. Our food arived shortly after that so we kept quiet while we ate. "Well, Mr. Hummel. Thank you dearly for this amazing time! You know, you're the only one who would talk to me. I've been here for hours and I just keep getting glares. Is something wrong with me!" Trace asked as we were walking in the parking lot.
"Of course not Trace! Nothing's wrong with you! You're gorgeous, have an amazing body, and you're voice is so dreamy!" I said blushing a lot, but I saw he was too. "Thank you Kurt. Thanks a bunch! Ca.. Can I have your number Kurt?" Trace asked as we got to his car.
"Oh sure!" I handed him my phone and realized my dad had dropped me off so I didn't have my car here. "Uh, Trace do you think you might be able to give me a ride home? My dad dropped me off here so I don't have my car." I explained.
"Certainly Kurt! Hop in." He said handing me my phone and getting in the car. When I closed the door and buckled my seat belt I noticed him push in a CD and the first notes to the song started.
"For Good! I love this song so much!" I yelled then had to ask "Can we sing it?" He smiled and said "As long as you can keep up with my amazing vocals!"
We sang. Song after song. His voice was deep and beautiful. Our voices just, fit. When we arrived at my house I saw that it was only 8:30 so I invited him in.
"Hey dad! This is Trace!" I said beaming that I had made a friend. "How do you do?" Trace asked my father bowing his head to show respect. "Love the accent kid. Glad Kurt made a new friend. You stayin' the night? It's a Monday so ya better be in bed early." My father said patting Trace on the back and hugging me goodnight.
"Do you want to stay? You can borrow some of my clothes and oh. Where do you go to school?" I asked. "I'm starting at a school named Dalton tomorrow. And sorry, I can't stay I have to get home to shower and sleep." He said. "Oh that's cool. I hear it's nice. I want to go but I can't afford it. So public school for me." I said.
"So, I'll talk to you later?" I asked smiling shyly. "Yes. I'll text you okay? We should go out again. Bye Kurt." Trace said leaning in to hug me. When we pulled away our faces were so close. I leaned in and so did he, for a quick and sweet good night kiss. "Good night Trace."