*Craigs pov*

-Intro-

Yes, I am Craig Tucker. Yes, I am gay. You got a problem? Then you can go fuck yourself.

My name is Craig Tucker, and all my life I have been hopeless when it came to love. I had never truly been in love or loved someone. But that all changed when I started to have the dreams. I met a boy, in my dreams who I fell in love with, he visited me every night. But again, I'm hopeless, because he isn't real...

-Chapter one-

      I was in the woods looking for Ruby, she had gotten away from me and I was supposed to be watching her for my parents. But since she's a little fuck, she decide to play Hide and go Seek without my consent. So now she was probably lost or dead or both.
I yelled her name,
"Ruby!" I called out, "Ruby! Come back over here it's fucking freezing!" I keep yelling more until I hear something through the trees. It's a faint sound, soft and soothing, but joyful and exciting. The sound was laughing coming from a male with a slightly higher voice. His laugh was amazing, so intriguing I couldn't help myself but to aimlessly push through the trees and go over.
        Once I am through them I can see who made the noises. I see Ruby sitting on a boys lap, he had blonde hair that stuck out at all ends, in a tangled, yet adorable mess. His blonde hair was accompanied by hazel eyes, looking brown, but green in the light, matching perfectly with his green, buttoned shirt that was messed up because he couldn't button it properly.
       Ruby saw me and smiled a bit, but then frowned, "I don't want to go back to him." She whined, looking at the blonde haired boy. He frowned.
"That's you- your brother! You- GAUH- have too!" Based on his soft features and soothing eyes, his voice was quite a shock, it was loud and uneasy, filled with anxiety and nervousness.
        Yet oddly, his voice drew me closer. I walked over to him, not paying anymore attention to Ruby, my piercing blue eyes fixated on him, starring intensely at his face, making his get more nervous under my gaze, but it didn't seem to bother him, just made him nervous.
"Hey~" I say, getting lost in his beautiful features again.
"Hey!" He returns, much less gracefully than me. It almost makes me want to smirk, but I hold it back to remain straight faced.
I shove Ruby away from him, making her glare at me, but I pay no attention. The heat between me and the boy grows more intense as I walk closer, our eyes never leaving each other's. When I get close enough, he stands, I tower over him, he twitches. I grab his arm, pulling him to me. Our chest and legs collide as he looks up at me pressed against my figure. I look down at him, eventually leaning down and brushing my lips against his cheek, finally getting to his ear.
"What's your name?" I ask in a deep monotone voice.
"T-"

That's when Craig Tucker shot up from his bed, covered in a cold sweat. He panted slightly and pressed a clamy hand to his oily forehead.
"Jesus Christ..." Craig breathed, turning his head to look at the alarm clock next to his mattress.

3:24am

The numbers glowed a faint red color in an otherwise dark and barren bedroom. Craig knew that the hope of going back to sleep was simply a wish, and wouldn't happen, so he pulled his phone out and scrolled through to see if anything interesting had come up.

He waited all night until the numbers flashed 6:00am, and he was finally able to get up

Sunday morning...

Craig has been in a bad mood since he woke up at 3am. Fuck me.. groaned the voice in his head. He had gotten up after sleeping on the mattress, with no bed frame. Everything was packed away, making Craig very annoyed.

Craig had slept in his clothes, a white, sleeveless t shirt and a pair of back skinny jeans, with a hole in one of the knees. They had gotten ripped on accident when Craig and his sister, Ruby, were walking home from school, and she tripped him, causing him to fall, and tear a hole. Craig figured the ripped hole in his jeans was a metaphor for how much his sister likes to mess things up in his life.

Craig and stood up and stretched out his lanky body, grabbing socks and black converse to complete the look, making sure not to forget set his blue beanie. Once he finished getting ready with what he decided was a decent look, he grabbed the corner of his mattress, and pulled it to the door.

He pulled it outside, and too the stairs. His laziness got the best of him, because without a second thought he shoved it down the stairs, making a loud, several bumps on the steps, and a final crash when it hit the floor.

Craig watched it slid down with a little grace as possible, like a chicken with its head cut off. Craig didn't flinch when it hit the ground, but his mom clearly did.

"RUBY WHAT THE HELL?" His mothers loud voice echoed as she boomed into sight at the bottom of the steps. She saw me and her eyes narrowed. His mom was a tall woman with bright blonde hair, which she got done every month at the salon. Her face twisted in annoyance, and she moved her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.
"Craig..." she sighed, "did you throw this down the stairs?" She asked irritated, picking up the mattress and leaning it against the wall.
"Yeah." Craig stated simply, nonchalantly walking down the steps. Her pale blue eyes rolled as she fixed a strand of her recently dyed hair.
"What am I going to do with you?" She asked, it was clearly a rhetorical question but Craig answered anyway.
"Send me to a mental hospital?" He suggested with an eyebrow raised. Her tired expression turned to a glare.
"That's not funny, Craig."
"Did I say it was?" Her eyes rolled once more and she stood up straight.

Seconds later she was on her way into the kitchen, the implication was that Craig should be following her, so he did. The yellow walls in the kitchen had become a cringy sight for Craig over the years. The only thing making him actually glad he was leaving.

His father stood in the kitchen, placing the last dishes in a box with bubble wrap. His dad was a towering 6'4, with Craig catching up just two inches behind. That was however their only similarity as his father was a pudgy ginger, and Craig was skinny raven haired boy.

"Craig, will you wake your sister?" He asked even though it was more of a demand then a question.
"No I'm good." Craig replied plainly, jumping up on the counter to sit since there were no chairs left in this house.
"Craig wake your sister." He told his son, definitely more a demand this time.
"Fine..." His eyes rolled, and he stood as though he was going to wake her, but instead decided yelling was a better course of action.
"RUBY!! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!!"

Craig's mom, Laura, widened her eyes.
"Craig! Language!"
"FUCK OFF!!" a screechy voice shrieked from the upstairs.
"Ruby!" His father boomed. Craig stayed motionless as he watched his family's yelling unfold.
"That's it, I'm taking the car ride to our new house to teach toy children some manners!" Lauren scolded, scoffing and stepping from the kitchen.

Craig sighed, just hoping the car ride wasn't too long.