SleepyShipper

 Reed is so terribly involved in his charcoal painting, his face an inch away from it, he doesn't even realize that there is charcoal everywhere; On his face, on his hands, all over his Marc Jacobs sweater. Nor does he notice that tall, dark haired boy leaning agents his door frame watching him silently.     Shane just watches Reed soundlessly, trying to take in everything. Studying  the charcoaled face over and over. He does this for a while because watching Reed work was a bit of a drug. Slowly pulling the lines of a black and white sunset making it better than it was a moment before.     Shane begins moving forward, in a trace of sort

Four Times Blaine Realized He Was in Love and Fought it and the One Time He Jumped Right in. 1) "Hey, Blaine," the phone says, "I just thought you might want to come over Friday and watch RENT. Call me when you get this, talk to you later. Bye!" So, yes, maybe listening to the voice message six times is a bit...off (STALKER-ISH!). I have reasons though. Legitimate reasons!The first time I though I missed something. And the second time I though maybe he said, "so I can kiss you" somewhere in there so I listen to it a third time. He didn't say that per say, but when he said 'whenever', he's voice did this adorable octave change thing and

Then I try not to look at him. It was a our first class together and I knew if I even glanced at Kurt, there was an extremely good chance I wouldn't be able to look away. But then, I do, stupidly and study him taking in his every detail, the why his jaw line was curved and soft. The way his handwriting was curved, too, as his quickly took notes. Oh, right notes. I should be taking them. But instead of studying Russian history, I study Kurt. By the second semester, I would be failing. Kurt would  just have to help me study. *  *  *  *  *  *  * I kissed him. I wasn't suppose to. He needed a friend. Just a friend. But I kissed him in his d

If I Knew Then... I glanced at her from across the train. She had brown hair thrown into a messy bun and a gray sweater that was falling off her shoulder. She was studying, nose berried into a think novel, her eyebrows this thing that she read, scrunched together in deep concentration. If I knew then, what I know now, I still would have talked to Alex. "Popcorn?" I asked Alex. She laughed at me and said, "David. We've had- what? Seven, eight movie nights and you have to ask?!" She took the microwave popcorn from me and glides to the kitchen. We clicked instantly. Best friends with in a week of meeting. Nothing more than friends, but t

 I watch you, as you watch her. You are sitting in the seat in front of me. We're about the only two people in this 7th grade homeroom of pandemonium that are actually sitting. Me, writing this. You, pretending to be reading as you watch her glide from person to person. Laughing, joking, and smiling. I wanna say something. You wanna say something.You have this sad look on your face, but ever time she smiles, for a second, you'll match it. Talk to her, I silently shove. You doesn't move. You swiftly drop your head into your book, as she makes her way to her chair next to mine. You sneak a glance. You look into her blue eyes. There seems to be