I never, not once, thought that I would be able to do something like that. But the way his fingers traced over my skin, or how he leaned in and whispered delicately, into my ear. "You're Mine For Tonight" His fingers traced along my jawline every time having a different feeling of security, wilderness, passion. Maybe I liked him because of the fact that he's never been with a guy. No other guy has ever touched his perfect torso, had their fingers tousled in his hair. No other guy has had him how I have him right now. He's naked while being in clothes. He's true when he's lying. My fingers grazed over where the bullet left a scar on his perfect chest. I touched every ab on his stomach. Then traced the outline of every vein on his arm, his lips were luscious and plump and looked as if they tasted of honey. We're not supposed to be doing things like this. We are in a home for the crazies, to get people like us off the streets. We are here to keep people like our parents, safe from the true reality of the world. To keep people like our parents unaware of the fact there are people like us who don't want to live, who crave the sight of a beaded line on their arm or leg. Who crave the drugs that make them feel happy. Who crave the life of a normal person Who doesn't have to be the most popular guy in school. We don't exist in our parent's worlds. We don't have a place there. So they lock us up here. Where we have unholy thoughts, and an addiction to the taste of lead. "Checks" The nurse pulls me away from my thoughts. What I wouldn't give for my dreams to come true. "Those checks sure can get to be really annoying. "I know, but that's a requirement when you are deemed crazy." I say. There we were, him sitting on my bed, me sitting on my chair. Both fully clothed. Both unaware of our thoughts towards each other. But both aware, that nothing will ever happen.