Meltdown.

wewe are having a meltdown and your face is failing to hide it. Your lips are part, your eyes widen all because of this guy standing before you. In all his Captain American (your nickname for him) Glory with his, what wewe just notice, large hands griping your umbrella. wewe glanced over your locker hoping, praying, that Narnia was just a leap away. Quickly wewe made a mental note to make a bonfire out of your Father’s ndoto books.

“Vash?” He called out, grabbing your attention once more. You… You… What do wewe do with this giant, then again standing at 5’3” anyone is a giant compared to you, which not only play but also hang with the same crowd that beats the living hell out of you? “I wanted to—“

Saved kwa the bell, without warning wewe slam your locker shut with the needed materials dangling from your arms and beeline to your 1st period. The hallways suddenly became a highway: mouths honking, heavy flow with exits with each turn and scurrying feet to make their destination. Nothing is new and everything is simple. Until over all the buzz of gibberish, wewe heard him.

Loud and clear and over the herd,” Vash let’s meet up after school, kwa the lunch yard!”

Don’t turn around, don’t turn around but most of all, do not turn around! Damn it, wewe turn your head. wewe just don’t listen do you? Despite all your claims from the night before about how wewe are not going to have any, any relations with Captain America. wewe blew it, wewe acknowledge him and now he is going to take advantage of the approval wewe gave for turning around and acknowledging him. Yeah, slap your forehead as wewe enter 1st period: Computer Applications.

An easy class to have in the morning, nothing too complicated for your drooping mind. wewe sat idly in front of the blaring screen, occasionally swooshing your chair causing your hanging feet to swing. Mr. Paulson was explaining a little too thrilling voice for the absent minded teenagers on how,” today, we will be learning how to make Menus in Microsoft Word!” Just like that, the excruciating 58-minute period started and each keystroke was slowly killing off some minutes. wewe mind was elsewhere and wewe realize that when Mr. Paulson stalked over and told you,” Vash, wewe been typing the same sentence for the last 5 minutes.”

“I am?” Yes wewe are. Staring at the sentence that was repeated about a dozen times.

“How about going to sleep early?” He joked, lightly patting your back before taking his leave to help another nameless student in your book.

Superman fingertips gently trace over the large chest of his fellow hero, his friend. He desperately searched for the slightest heartbeat, hoping he was wrong.

wewe brought your palm over your face in distress; this was not the time and most of all, not the place to work on your homoerotic fanfiction. Button smashing the Backspace key, wewe started to wonder if anybody in your classroom actually read fanfics. Deciding to survey of your classmates, wewe became conscious of a fact. wewe don’t know a single name.

“Did wewe need something, Vash?”

“Oh! No, no, no. Not at all, I was just…” wewe quit mid sentence and went straight back to the screen.

There wasn’t a chance in sight for wewe to get back to work. Sighing wewe saved whatever wewe had done, a title in Broadway font, and went straight to the web. Trying to get your mind off of your stupidity, however just as the Wikipedia page loaded up your pocket vibrated. wewe felt your blood run cold while wewe fumble to take out your phone. A riddled neighbor was watching your pathetic display of being sly; she shook her head acknowledging your fail attempt. You, on the other hand, paid little attention to her peek.

Finally releasing your phone from the clutches of plaid, wewe bata behind the tower station beside your monitor and took a look. It was a message from one of your chums, Olivier au what wewe saved her as: “Robin.”

“hey, hey, my little sources told me that wewe were talking to a certain blondy name Colt;)”

Great, the last person wewe wanted to know knows. Ducking wewe hear lower and deeper into the glaring screen, wewe quirky text back,” robin where did wewe hear that from???”

Off it went. Still, wewe kept your eyes locked onto the screen waiting for the inayofuata message from your crazed friend. At the same time, wewe were experiencing a small moyo attack, an attack that your fanboy moyo knows all too well but damn it; this is not the good kind!

The phone slipped from your palms and landed straight onto the keyboard, to your luck, Olivier texted back. Just as the first vibrating resonated, wewe snatch the out-dated phone and quickly snapped your heard above the tower to see if anybody notice.

“a little birdy told me~”

“was it wg?!?!” kwa W.G. wewe mean Wonder Girl, au what she is better known as Kairi.

“yup, she told me he was talking to wewe kwa your locker. Are wewe guys an item now;) didn’t know wewe had a blonde fetish, how are we going to break it rusty?”

“NO wewe ravaging butt!”

Just when wewe were about to send the message, s cough twitched your ear. Pulling up from the screen wewe saw it was Mr. Paulson with a stern look of disapproval.

“Vash.”

“Sorry, Mr. Paulson.” wewe apologize as wewe handed over your flip.

“Come after school to retrieve it.”

“Okay.”

When he left, wewe solemnly placed your head onto the dawati and just wish over and over again to die there…. In reality on a (filthy) computer dawati in a room filled with people wewe don’t even know but in fantasy, wewe were in the arms of your hero… Superma—Colt?!

Jumping up from your seat, wewe took another glance around the room. Good, no one notice your stupidity. Shaking your head in disgust, wewe return back to your work. Up until the kengele rang.

After slipping out of 1st period, the rest of the evening was dreadful, almost painstaking irritating. Somehow the drone evolved to monotone, the chattering became idiotic no matter who’s in the conversation, even the once soothing AC filled Chem. lab felt like a jab straight to your bones.

When the afternoon came rolling around with the sound of grade B products being thrown away, wewe were head deep into your locker searching for textbook while Russ was standing beside wewe rambling on about how his contacts were killing him.

“….. So I might switch back to my glasses.” He leaned against the locker right inayofuata to yours. “It’s not my first choice but it’s my only choice.”

“Isn’t still Soccer season?”

“Shit!” Russ slapped his forehead. “That reminds me…”

“Huh?” wewe began to withdraw from cavern, your lip biting onto the sleeve of Russ’ jacket.

“I forgot, fuck!”

Russ still had wewe in the dark. wewe watch him, wide eye, reach for his bag and slung the straps over his shoulders.

“Soccer meeting right now, I’ll see wewe later?”

wewe carefully shut your locker shut, your fingers barely peeking out the long sleeve.

“IRL?”

“Maybe, if anything I’ll let wewe know.”

“ ‘Kay.” wewe peep.

Russ just smiled, one of those smiles that get wewe all warm inside. wewe smile back and before wewe know it, he yanks wewe mbele and wrapped his arms around you. After getting over the initial stinging, it felt nice. The warmth of the kubeba hug making wewe feel all cozy, as if wewe were sitting in front of the fireplace kusoma some,” Action Comics.”

“You know where to find me if anything.”

Like that Russ was gone, mixing with the overpopulating crowd. It was hard to spot him since he wasn’t wearing his signature green lettermen. Reasoning being that you, yes you, are wearing it. Seeing there’s no point of staring into the abyss, wewe turn around to the other direction. However in mid step wewe were caught off guard kwa a new pair of hands. Your back slammed against the locker, already people began to turn their cheeks and shuffle away. Your glasses slide down the bridge of your nose, your vision becoming blurred yet wewe could still make out the blue irises staring, glaring at you. Under his smoldering glare, wewe shuddered from his smolder.

“Vash, who was that?” His farm boy accent prompt, an accent wewe were teased for never having. “Huh?”

“Russell.” wewe whimper while wewe avert your glance elsewhere.

The pressure against your shoulders started to become overbearing, wewe hoped they wouldn’t pop out of place. wewe kicked your feet down only swiping air; quickly wewe brought your gaze back to him. It was Colt. His face contorted with anger and wewe don’t know why.

“You’re… You’re hurting me.” wewe admit while wewe hands ringed his wrist.

Suddenly, wewe dropped. Your body slammed against the floor as mwana-, mwana-punda banged his heels away, ignoring your puzzlement with ease. Nonetheless, wewe picked yourself up brushing off the dirt from plaid pants. wewe took another glance towards Colt, who was making way for the wet yard. wewe notice that mwana-, mwana-punda was walking rather… fast. Maybe he was in hurry that’s why he didn’t slap wewe around, who knows? All wewe know is, if mwana-, mwana-punda does finish whatever task at hand wewe need to make out of school fast.

mwana-, mwana-punda was no Ivan, that much wewe know already. Ivan has strength of an average football player whereas mwana-, mwana-punda is beyond those years. wewe squeezed your shoulders in remembrance, his warmth still lingers. Maybe wewe were just imagining it: the inhuman pressure. Colt’s thumbing sat snuggly over your petite shoulders, his thick fingers digging into your shoulders. Anybody could do that, but… That look he gave you. The sensation rattling throughout your body like a heat wave, causing sparks to fly. wewe shuddered at the thought. What were you, a masochistic?

wewe pondered upon these thoughts as wewe slip under the whole underneath the fence. Ditching school is a no big deal for you, in fact wewe rather be nyumbani all siku experimenting on your latest findings au chatting with your chums over the Internet. However, Russ speaks otherwise.

The relationship between wewe and Russ is complicated at best; the only clearance wewe ever gain was that wewe consider him as a bro. Still, wewe couldn’t help but to think he wants to be zaidi than that, the way he treats you, hugs you, touches you. It’s different from Olivier for sure. Naturally wewe weren’t the only one receiving these vibes, a lot of girls treat wewe like sekunde class if not completely shun you. Unlike you, Russ is a maarufu guy: Charismatic, athletic, adventurous and handsome. You, on the other hand, are nothing like that. wewe doubt that you’ll ever become like that: you’re social awkward, wewe consider sports as witchcraft, wewe prefer your comfort zone and buckteeth, and glasses are not bringing in the men.

Sighing, wewe keep walking on the lonesome street. Russ is a cool guy and no doubt wewe upendo him like a bro. He was the first person wewe came out the closet to, all he alisema was,” is that suppose to change anything?” and gave wewe this confuse look. wewe didn’t get it until afterwards but he wasn’t confused at all, in fact he was enlightened. wewe smile at the thought whereas wewe bawl you’re eyes out at the time because wewe thought he was making fun of you.

Homosexuality is a hard thing to live with, especially in a small community here in Kansas. wewe have yet to come out the closet but what’s the point where there’s already a rumor going around. wewe look at your sleeve-covered hands: this koti, jacket was the chanzo of the problems.

It all star—

Honks of the horn blare and disrupt your flow, wewe turn to your left and hello came the semi truck. wewe froze, body becoming tense. wewe stare like a deer caught in the headlights oh dear is this right?

Reflexively wewe brought your hands over your face in a lame attempt of defense. wewe ready for impact, ready for the tears of your father and mother to drop. wewe were ready for the worst. Yet, nothing came except the scraps of the snarling metal. wewe drop your hands just like your jaw dropped.

The semi was put to the stop but not kwa the brakes it was supplied with. Human, a being with his red cape slumping over his bare shoulder, stopped it kwa the sapphire boots he stomp in. He glances from behind his tussle blonde hair already wewe quiver underneath his gaze.

“Who are you?" Your mind taking over your vocals.