few days later, I work at a fast food restaurant on the weekdays and on some weekdays after school, the rest of the time it was basically just school, I and my new friend Pierre, a tall lanky guy,who transferred from France ,down to New York, he looked like one of those Greek gods, blond curly full hair, blonde full but well carved brows, blue-brown eyes, pink pouty lips, well structured face basically, he is a beautiful boy.
Even I stare at him longer than a second sometimes when he laughs, when he eats, when he smiles, when he…… what the hell is wrong with me?
He wanted to use the rest room so I was going to wait for him outside the bathroom door, but I also wanted to pee so I went in, and pulled out to pee,I didn’t want to look before but I don’t know what got into me, my eyes almost
