When It Isn't Like It Should Be.

"I couldn't stop thinking that night. That was when I knew things weren't like they should be.

But when did my life start turning around to result in this?"

[RATED P.G. For Pretty Gay]

Chapter 1:

(Nathan's P.O.V.)

I felt a light tap, turning around only to face Sam. Truth is, I had unbelievable feelings for this kid. I just didn't know what, or why. All I know was that in that second I had an indescribable desire to grab his hand.

"Hey do you wanna come over to my house?" He grinned, his eyes obviously matching his happy tone. My soft, flowing brown hair fell over the top of my eyes as I looked down. I knew I couldn't because I'd be with my mom.

Sam somehow realized my mood; apparently I had been thinking away for a few seconds.

"S'there something wrong?"

"Ahh sorry, I wish I could. I'll be with my mom this weekend," I replied sadly.

I'd do anything to come to his house another time. I'm just not sure he knew.

I remember when I'd first met Sam. I thought he was somewhat of a freak, actually. Which he is.

~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~~~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~~~

My pencil obnoxiously scratched my paper as I scribbled my latest work. A few glances were shot at me from working students. What they didn't know was, I was actually working on my graphic novel I'd been going at for a while. Language Arts was really boring me. Then I felt this deep stare.

I turned to see who it was, only to find huge, sparkling brown eyes slightly covered with shaggy, dark brown hair. He didn't say anything, though. He just looked.

"Hey man, that's pretty good." He said. I didn't know what to say other than a measly "Thanks." Who was that kid anyway?

Oh well. I continued scribbling.

It was now time to listen to another boring, long, uncreative story in Language Arts that was somehow deemed a classic. I sometimes gave it my all to listen, but with all these boring words being rambled on in a monotonous tone, I couldn't even give it a chance.

"Hey," that kid from earlier whispered to me. He tapped my shoulder with his pencil he was just chewing on. "Want to draw some anime with me?" Our teacher apparently was too preoccupied to even notice him talking.

What was up with this kid? Such a weirdo. And I didn't even know his name!

"Dude, I don't even know who you are," I said awkwardly.

"F-f-f-fine." He said, as he sat back down in his seat normally.

Well, all I know was that for the rest of the class I felt his gaze pointing upon me. It never stopped.

I realized I still hadn't caught on to what his name was. I decided to ask after this lame lecture.

"Sorry for being kinda rude earlier. That was stupid of me. I just realized I never got your name," I said casually.

"Samantha-I mean Sam. I already know who you are."

"Oh that's cool. Nice meeting ya, Sam." I nodded my head. He half smiled in approval. I could tell he was a bundle already.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I went to class only to find boredom. Any class I didn't have with Sam or my other friends were such a drag.

In class, I often found my thoughts drifting apart more and more from what I was supposed to think. And it often lead to Sam.

What the hell's wrong with you? I thought. I'm soo not obsessed with Sam. He's just a friend and I'm not even gay.

But the more I tried pushing my thoughts away from him, I ended up picking out the qualities I liked about him. Like the way he approached me and complimented me when I first met him. He's so fun to be around, too. And a great guitar player! What a cool bro.

You have a girlfriend, Nathan. You have a girlfriend. Shut up with these weird thoughts about him. But to my dismay, the thought never shook me well enough.

I couldn't shake the feeling I had inside me when I felt him smile, his warm breath making its way onto my skin. All that he was, though it was often goofy, always made me smile back.

After class, I did my best to make it to Sam's class I fast as I could. I found myself wanting to talk to him more and more. His company was something I really enjoyed.

"Sam!" I called down the hall, as soon as I saw him.

"Hey." He rushed over to me, and immediately started talking.

"Okay so I have this new anime I want you to watch, that I know you'll like!" He spoke excitedly. He pulled his iPod out of his pocket. I leaned over his shoulder and watched the screen.

"Oh my gosh," I laughed once the video was finished.

"Don't you totally ship the little girl with the teacher?"

"Ship?" I asked, confused. Sometimes Sam confuses me with his words.

He smacked a hand to his forehead as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Didn't you watch that Dumblr vid I linked to you on the email last night?" He questioned.

I shook my head. I really needed to get in the habit of checking emails again. That was our only way to communicate outside of school.

"Well anyways, I want the teacher and his student to be together. Wouldn't they make an adorable couple?" He said giddily.

"I guess. Whatever Sam." I laughed and waved him off.

Suddenly, Jenna appeared. She gave me a long hug along with a friendly hello. And oh yeah, she was my girlfriend, by the way.

"Hi," I replied awkwardly. I wanted to talk to Sam more than anything, but she just had to interrupt once again.

"Hey Jenna! Want to see some art on my iPod?" Sam over excitedly said, also putting air-quotes around the word "art."

"What kind of art?"

Sam winked, and before he could respond, I covered his mouth with my hand.

Sam's the kind of guy that you could say likes 'potty jokes', but in a high school biology kind of degree.

"Don't..." I told Jenna. She pressed her lips together in confusion, and walked off.

"Dude what the heck." I coughed. What kind of guy is this that I've been getting closer and closer to? He smirked, letting out a fake 'giggle'. "Oh my God," I said. We both laughed in unison as he pulled out the picture again.

Welcome to my weirdo life.