I Know It Might Be Bad

Prologue: Yami

At 11PM, a young boy of sixteen was sitting on his bed, writing in a small book that was sitting in his lap.

Dear Diary,

I can't believe it! Today, my crush just noticed me! ME. Yami Motou. The guy who BARELY gets any attention from anyone because their eyes are always focused on him. Well, I sure am one to talk because I'm guilty of being zeroed in on him as well. Hell, I've had a crush on him for about 2 1/2 years...2 months...and 17 days. Yeah,

I'm creepy like that. Anyway, I was walking to my biology class when Atem Sennen just randomly starting speaking to me! It was really weird because he's NEVER spoken to me...well, he's never spoken to me first or in a...regular way. And by 'regular' I mean that he wasn't using sarcasm for once. You see...I'm sort of the weird kid in school. Y'know, the one that starts awkward conversations, makes horrible puns/jokes, and sometimes asks stupid questions in class. Yeah...I'm painfully awkward, but my dad doesn't seem to think so. Yet again, he is an eccentric scientist, and I am a daddy's boy. Well...Maybe school life might be getting better for me now that I'm almost a senior. I wonder what college has in store for me! 'Guess I'll find out!

Sincerely,

Yami

P.S. Thanks for keeping my secrets!

Yami hummed happily, closed the blue book, and put it back in it's secret home. Running back to his bed, he jumped on it and turned out the lights before going to sleep.

The next day

At 6:30AM Yami was already dressed, ready for school, and running to his dad's red convertible. The usual morning routine. He hopped in the car and looked at his father. Round/oval face, beautiful amethyst eyes, Yami couldn't help the growing jealousy that he felt towards his father, for he was reminded that his parent was almost everything he wasn't. Yami saw himself as an inferior version of his father, Yugi, and almost nothing more. He felt that he was a mere genetic copy that got the bad end of life's cruel stick. His father was cute, smart, funny, and actually charismatic in his own way. He received almost all of his traits from his father, yet he couldn't figure out how his father somehow managed to make his traits endearing. Yami saw himself as average looking, of average intelligence, someone with a very odd humor sense, and an outright socially awkward guy in general. And all of this is only at best, mind you. "Yami, are you okay? You look sad." Yugi said, concerned. Yami shook his head and replied, "It's nothing, dad." When they arrived at Domino High, Yami got out of the car and exchanged usual parting words with his father as he trudged into the generic school building. The parting words that usually contained MUCH more zeal than they had during these past two weeks had fallen as flat as a pancake. Yugi watched as his son made his way inside the building and sighed before driving away. Yugi was going to be worrying non-stop about Yami for the rest of the day. As Yami remembered the unusually solemn look on his father's face, he was sad that he made his father worry but got some sort of joy out of it at the same time. Yami believed that he partially knew why, and he felt bad for it.