The exhausting last night made Kurt sleep until next morning. He stretched his body and sat up in bed. The alarm clock hadn´t even rung yet. He felt lighter somehow. Not good, but lighter. It was a welcoming feeling. He reached for his phone on the nightstand besides him to turn of the alarm. One new message from B. He saved the number under the name B when he learnt about the letter the other day. It makes it more real, like a friend of his, when he´s part of Kurt´s contact list. But Kurt is fully aware that that might not be the case. He opens the text.
From B:
«Stop what?»
Kurt had forgotten about his message from last night. But he still wanted some help and just texting couldn´t hurt right? Even if he still don´t know this guy, maybe he could help. Kurt surprised himself. He is not so scared anymore. He is still suspicious and apprehensive about this thing, but not scared. He typed back
From Kurt:
«How did you stop being that guy?»
The response didn´t come right away. Maybe he´s asleep, Kurt thought. The clock was only 6.30 am. Kurt stood up and made his was to the bathroom. He needed a shower. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked awful. All the crying last night made his eyes red and puffy, and his skin was much paler then usual.
The hot shower was melting away rest of the tension from the day before. Kurt almost felt fresh and uplifted for a while. He got a reminder last night that is dad will be there no matter what, and that comforts Kurt in a way he hasn´t felt for a long time. But he is still dreading school.
«Will there ever be a day when I look forward to going to school?» Kurt wonders.
There was a new massage on his phone when he got out of the bathroom.
From B:
«A friend helped me. I was bullied a lot at my old school…for different reasons…I used to act like you do, I tried to be invisible, never looked at people. But they always found me…But I´m good now thanks to the person who saw me for what I really am. I never stopped being me though, and I
don´t want you to stop being you. Because that is who you are supposed to be. Please remember that, Kurt!»
Kurt read the text in front of him several times. He felt like he was talking to a person who really cared. Maybe he was…Would anyone just make this sort of things up. And B knew his name. That scared him a little again util he realized that B probably knew his name all along. He got his number from somewhere, and you don´t get a number to a person you don´t know the name of. He texted back:
From Kurt
«I´m sorry about what you went through…Did you mean what you said?»
From B:
«You have nothing to be sorry about, and I meant everything I wrote to you. And i still want to see those beautiful eyes ;)»
Kurt gasped. If B told the truth, like he said he did, then this soon to be 16 year old boy thought that he, Kurt, has beautiful eyes. This was almost to much for Kurt. But in a totally different way that he was used to. Before he could think about what to do next, his phone vibrated again.
From B:
«I would love to talk to you some more,but I have to go to school. There is something I have to do before my first class. Bye, Kurt! ;)»
«School» Kurt said to himself. «I totally forgot about school…» He rushed downs to the kitchen and started to make breakfast.