It was evening and I was so bored that I decided to go to a bar. So I locked my boarding room and walked across campus. The weather was warm and cozy. I was wearing black jeans and a blue printed shirt. I walked around town until I got to a gay bar. There was a drag queen at the entrance. She was wearing a blonde wig and was holding an older man in her arms.

"Hey, honey." She grinned at me. I blushed a little.

"Hello." I entered the bar. Music was loud and lights flickered in different colors. I let myself fall on the bar stool and waited for the barman, who somehow didn't come. There were men everywhere. Suddenly someone sat down next to me. He was beautiful. He wore blue jeans and a white shirt. He had shoulder length dark brown, almost black hair. It looked so soft and velvety. He smiled at me. The man was probably my age. Maybe a little older. He had chocolate brown eyes that looked at me with interest.

"Hey little one. Can I buy you a drink? "He asked, grinning seductively at me. I blushed. His voice was like an angel's. God. I'm such a school girl.

"I don't drink anything. Have school tomorrow." I muttered. He turned on his stool so that he was facing me completely.

"No water either?" I thought for a moment. No one had ever offered me a drink. What should I say!?

"Y ... Yes." I stuttered awkwardly. He giggled and ordered two drinks. Shortly afterwards I had a water in front of me and he a scotch.

"I'm Malcolm, by the way. Malcolm Mitchell." He held out his hand and I took it. God! It was so soft.

"I'm A ... Angus. McKinnon." He smiled. I didn't want to let go of his hand. "You have soft hands." I noticed. And oh no! Did I screw it up!? He tensed until he carefully withdrew his hand.

"Yeah, you know? Hand cream and stuff?" I nodded slowly. Did I upset him?

"Hey! Honey, come with me." Said a tall man who suddenly stood next to me and took my hand.

"Leave him alone, Ricks." Malcolm growled, standing up to move between us.

"Or what?" He asked, glaring at Malcolm.

"I'll kill you if you touch him." He growled angrily. What was going on? Why was he angry? Ricks grumbled and disappeared.

"What did he want?" I asked when I was alone with Malcolm again.

"He wanted to put you in his bed. And if you didn't want to, by force." I looked at him in shock.

"Thank you, Malcolm." He smiled a little. His hand rose and his fingers played with my shoulder-length curls. I wanted more of his touches! I fell in love! Love at first sight! I hadn't believed in such a thing, but it looks like there is. His hand ran over my collarbone. I leaned into the touch.

"You are very beautiful, Angus." He hummed. I blushed. He thought I was beautiful? Nothing about me was beautiful. He looked at his watch and was startled. "Shit." He muttered.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I have to go." He finished his scotch. "I'm so sorry, Angus." He looked at me sadly.

"It's okay." I said.

"I hope to see you again."

"Malcolm!" Shouted a man with buffered hair standing in the doorway.

"I'll be right back! Keep studying, Angus." He smiled at me. I blushed. "Bye!" With that he was out the door. I felt tears gather in my eyes. I quickly jumped up and ran out. I saw Malcolm and the man walk across the sidewalk. I ran after them. The man playfully hit Malcolm on the head. "How should I have known!?" Screeched Malcolm. What was it about? They stopped in front of a green car. The stranger wanted to get to the driver's seat, but Malcolm pulled him back. "My car! I'm driving!"

"Shut up, Mal!" Shouted the other. I giggled. They got in and drove away. I leaned against the lantern, panting, and sniffed. Tears ran down my cheeks. I loved this man.