CHAPTER 2

A MEET CUTE. HOW IRRESISTIBLE IS IT?

Ok, then Ana, I'll tell them my story.

I was fourteen when I met him.

It was a fall day at the beginning of the school year and I had just moved into Cherington Boarding School after I ended my father's patience and he finally kicked me out of the house.

I didn't mind being kicked out for doing things my way. After all, it had been my master plan all along. Get out of the closet, get kicked out of the house and move closer to Juliard.

That was all I really wanted anyway, to study music and finally get out of my head all the melodies and rhythms I wanted to express. After all, Juliards board of directors really liked my compositions and they gave me a scholarship in return.

I couldn't stay put and do nothing. I had to pursue my ultimate dream.

So after convincing my dad that it was a good idea to move to an all boys school (wink - wink) to study better and stop causing trouble for my step mom. I finally got exactly where I wanted to be, a school in New York. A school next to my dream world of music.

"Hey new kid. Do you know where you are supposed to go?," asked a senior dorm monitor as I approached the main hall of the boys dormitory.

"Room 642," I said, nervous as hell, like a kindergartener who was trying to get to his homeroom teacher. What can I say? I've been a spoiled brat my whole life and this was the first time I was on my own.

"Hey, that's the same room I'm in," said a sweet voice behind me.

He striked me like lightening. A tall, smiling, black hair, beautiful boy with delicate asian features. He seemed like he was out of a movie for how good looking he was. He seemed to be the same age as me but with a mature lure to his presence.

He was wearing the reglementary uniform with absolute pulchritude, which looked really good on him. Not like me, the rebel with the cut out bleached jeans and the army boots.

"Cool," I answered, trying to look unfazed by his beauty. Because you see, when you are gay, it's very hard to show your interest without the risk of receiving a punch to the gut in return.

"Let's go together then", he said, taking my bags from the floor. He didn't had to do that, I guess he is just that kind of friendly tipe of person.

"Dude hold on," said to me the senior dorm monitor. "You have to take off those earrings. It goes against the dress code. And could you please close your shirt? I looks inapropiate

"Yeah sure," I lied. I wasn't going to listen to a goody to shoes.

"So, we are roommates. My name is Mew," he said with those beautiful round lips. God, the way this guy talked and walked...

"Is this a crush?," I thought. I mean liked those guys in the Armani Exchange calendary that helped find out I was gay but - Man! - seeing a good looking guy in real life is another story.

"Ren," I said without trying to look unbothered.

"Nice to meet you man. This is our room mine is the bed close to the window. Finders keepers"

Is that a promise handsome? - "Yeah I'll take the one close to the door is fine"

"So, are you from around here?," he asked while putting my bag on the floor.

"No, I'm actually from L.A. I'm getting away from my annoying parents"

"Ha ha ha. That 's cool man. In my case, well, I'm actually from Thailand, so you see I really couldn't wait to get away from my parents"

"Thailand? That's a long way from home. You must miss them" I asked.

"I do, but it's for my future so I guess is fine, I mean, my parents want to give me my best life and the best education. It really took a lot of work to get here. I have to make the best out of this opportunity"

"Well if that's the case, I'll make sure you study hard. But hey, we are young only once so, let's not forget to have fun though. Deal?"

"Deal"

Knock - Knock

"I can't believe you are still awake. Ana it's 3 am. I'm going to remove all the technology from your room. This is becoming an issue" Damn it! My mom just entered my bedroom and catched me awake daydreaming.

"I just got up to drink some water. Please call down and close the door when you leave," I said while I walked back to bed and turn of my headphones.

"That's why you look tired all day! Seriously! Go to bed"

"Yeah, yeah, please let me go to bed," I said. As my mom closed the door and turned of the lights, the weight of my exhaustion finally sinks in and I fall asleep.

You see, for Maladaptive Daydreamers such as me, there is no time or schedule to stop daydreaming. We are like bats. Sleep during the day and partying in our heads all night.

Sometimes, we don't even sleep during the day. We collapse from exhaustion. At school during clases, on the bus, during mass, sometimes even on the wheel. I almost crashed my car into a telephone pole once.

You see, this is really an issue and its taken over my life.

But it's just that Ren it's so incredibly addictive. I mean giving him such a perfect meet cute with the love of his life, how can I be irresponsible enough to sleep? I mean literally I met my boyfriend in my own house, how boring is that?

I wanted something special for him. Because you see, he is me and I will do anything to make him happy.

Well...

At least most of the time.

Like I said before, Ren is an outlet for my emotions and my emotions... aren't exactly happy.