Why am I even here? This town looks like shit. I guess that is because I'm from a city. Never once had I ever lived in a small town. Simon Michaelson, the person that is thought to live like a hermit. On another note, I heard that this town ain't really okay with the LGBT+ people. That pretty much means that I know of even less chance of getting a boyfriend now. Great. It not like I am desperate for a boyfriend but, it would be nice to have my first one.

The moving truck actually showed up today, finally. I've been stuck sleeping on the ground with a thin blanket. You think that it wouldn't be all that bad but, when you're basically homeless, it sucks. I would kill to be back in my bed in the city. Things are going to be terrible until life gets back to normal.

With my amazing skills of getting out of stuff, I asked my mom if I could explore the town and have some money.

"Simon, you need to get your room set up. If I stood in your shoes, I would want my room to be done for when I go to bed." my mom said as if she been a mother for multiple kids. I'm her only child plus, she is only 33. My mom is pretty young to have a kid that is almost 18. Well, I was born when my mom was 17. Not the best idea to have a kid at that age but, it's not my fault. I am the product of that action.

Rolling my eyes, "Mom, I'll do it later. It not like we haven't been living like bums for almost a week. I haven't been able to leave the house cause of you and dad. Let me, please, go look around and get something to eat." okay, I might have raised my voice a little bit but, I'm upset. You would be as well If you have been trapped inside of an empty house.

I could tell that I hurt her feelings a little bit but, I just want the same freedom as to how I did back at my old home. Things have been a bit bumpy since I heard of us leaving and, I hate to be rude, but it's just going to be a tough moment of my life. If I have to add some humor, I guess, I'm also cranky of not having a boyfriend. There is not a day that I can get through that dont deal with the typical teenage hormones. What to top off the hormones of an almost 18-year-old? The fact that I am gay and now I live in a small town that is known to not really like gays. What I wouldn't do to get a boyfriend.

As I look for my somehow misplaced car keys. I made sure to grab the money that my mom left on the counter. With the power of Google and my will to do nothing, I began my exploration to the nearest wendys. All I wanted at this moment to satisfy my lonely heart is warm fries and a Vanilla frosty.

After almost an hour, I found what I would claim as my place to hide, other than my house. It was my only little hope of not being in the city. The parking lot was empty, including having very few vehicles. A vanilla frosty was soon to be in my grasp.

Who would have expected that barely anyone would be here and, it isn't a school day? I hopped in the small line to notice someone leaping behind me. At first, you can undoubtedly think that it's a kid from my height. He's probably about a foot shorter than I am, but after a bit, you can see he is about my age. Not bad looking as well, He is kinda cute. There is a lot of bright colors, going on with his outfit, but I like it.

Faster than the speed of light, it was my turn as the cashier spoke, "What would you like and what your name for the order."

I was actually kind of spooked for some reason, "I just want a frosty and a medium fry. The name is Simon Michaelson or just Simon."

I swear, If I describe how gentle I spoke, you wouldn't believe that it can from me. Gazing at the cashier until he told me the total and allowing me to wait on the side for my order. My food didn't game out as pricey as I thought. I was imagining about $5 but, my order was about $3

I couldn't help but hear the boy that was behind me, "I-I just need a Vanilla frosty and a medium fry. Just put Danny."

'Danny' sounded really cute as well. Nervous but cute. God, He looks really adorable. Now, He is standing next to me as he waits for his order. My heart feels like it's going to explode. I got to talk to him but, I don't know-how. What felt like only seconds, my name was called for my order. I casually grabbed my stuff and went to find a seat. Should I go and talk to 'Danny'? I probably won't. I am newer than a box of crackers.