The Fire in My Heart

Devon wakes up like he always does and feels just like he normally does.Yesterday, he had the worse hangover that he had ever had in his entire life. That wasn’t the worse of it either. He was hoping that he would just get drunk and be punished with a hangover. That’s not what happened. Instead, he found himself in bed with another guy. Now being bi, the brunet doesn’t mind, but it’s who it was. He doesn’t remember what his name is, but he does know that he has class with him. That means that he has to sit in the same room as him tomorrow. Of course his drunken self had to do something so stupid. Well, he can use this as an example for his brother when he’s older.
Now Daren, this is why you only drink enough that you can take. Don’t over do it because you’re drunken self might do something really stupid like sleep with a classmate that you have to see almost everyday.
Devon can already imagine himself telling his brother this. Well, actually it would probably be more like this.
Don’t drink. Just don’t do it.
That’s more like it. That is way more like how he is with his brother. He’s the older brother, and he’s going to look out for his younger brother. When he gets over, it’s going to be like how older brothers are for younger sisters, but it will be brothers. Luckily, Daren actually doesn’t mind how his older brother acts. He knows that he’s just looking out for him. If he didn’t care for him, why would he have done what he did?
The short man gets dressed before making his way out to the kitchen. He finds his grandmother making pancakes. She really shouldn’t be doing all of the work that she does, but whenever he tries to do everything for her, she tells him not to like a little kid. It’s not his fault that she’s too old to be doing so much or that he wants to help his grandmother. He had nothing to do with those stars arranging. The brunet really wishes that she would let him help more than she lets him. Of course she has to be stubborn. Well, at least he knows where he got it from.
“Do you need any help?” he asks her as he goes over to her.
She shakes her head. “I’m fine dear. Here.” She puts some of the pancakes on a plate and gives them to him. “Eat some before you go to work. I wish that they didn’t make you work on Sundays.”
“That’s life. Besides, I like my job. Not a lot of people come in to buy books. I get to just stand there and read. It’s great. I can even study too or work on the next article for the school paper.”
“That is good. How are your Irish lessons going?”
“There are going OK. I might hold off on it until later though. There are a couple of books that I want to read.”
“You have always been such a bookworm. I remember when your parents would catch you breaking your bedtime just so you could finish a book.” Devon turns his head away at the mention of his parents.”You’re going to have to get over it sooner or later. Your brother has been doing a lot better, but you need to stay strong for him.”
“It’s easier said than done.”
“I know it is, but that’s why you have to do your best for him. Now, you better eat those before they get too cold.”
Devon does as his grandmother says. He sits down at the table after putting some syrup on them and then eats them. They are getting a bit cold, but he doesn’t want to waste them. That would mean that she would have to make more than what she was planning on. Plus, his brother needs more than him. He’s a growing boy.
In reality, the brunet is just coming up with excuses to not get new ones.
When he’s done, he puts the dishes in the sink, gives his grandmother a kiss on the cheek, and then goes outside. Devon gets in his car and heads to work. The sounds of the foreign language fills the car, so he takes out the CD and puts in another one. That’s much better. He listens to the music and focuses on it as much as he can without taking too much attention off the road.
“Crawling in my skin
These, wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real.”
The brunet focuses on the music, but once he’s at work, he can’t. He enters the building and gets ready for his shift. Before going behind the counter, he buys one of the books that he wanted to start reading. Now with a book in hand, he takes over the counter. Devon stands in position and then begins to read. Well, he tries to read.
What his grandmother said is still fresh in his mind, and it won’t go away. He wishes that he could just get over the whole ordeal, but it isn’t that easy. It happened almost two years ago, but he is far from getting over it. Hell, he’s reminded of it everyday. The thought of that makes Devon’s face fall. He saw it. He must have. Devon just hopes that he was too drunk to remember it.
The twenty-year-old shakes his head and tries to get back to his book, but he hears the bell on the door. He glances up to see who entered, only for his eyes to go right back down to the book. Of course it just had to be him. Of course he just had to come in during his shift and after the other night. It’s like he’s in some kind of girly romance book.
His green eyes look up every once in a while when he thinks that they are not looking to see what they are doing. The slightly shorter friend that he’s with is looking at the sci-fi stuff while he just stands there. He slowly starts to look back at Devon, who looks back down in his book once he notices this. It goes on like this until his friend finds a few books. He finally looks at his friend and gives him a weird look. He then looks over at Devon and realizes why he’s acting the way that he is.
The friend makes his way over to counter and the lanky boy follows right behind. He puts the books down on the counter, and Devon scans them without saying a word. Of course he does tell him how much it will be and tells him how much change he’s getting back. Words aren’t really exchanged at all until the friend starts talking.
“You’re in Jack’s class, right?” Devon raises his eyebrow. The friend notices this and points to the boy standing partly behind him.
The shortest of the three nods. “We have one class together.”
“Well, that’s cool. Did you go to that party on Friday?” Devon’s eyes go wide, and so do Jack’s. “I didn’t get to go, but I heard that it was pretty good.”
“Can we go now?” Jack interrupts. “You said that you were going to help me study for that test if I went with you to buy books.”
“That I did. Well, it was nice meeting you...”
“Devon. Devon Cline.”
“Cline?” He thinks about the name for a bit before smirking and going on. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Devon. I’m Alex. Alex Gaskarth. Maybe I’ll see you around campus.”
“Maybe.”
They leave, and Devon goes back to reading his book. He gets a page in before he realizes something. Alex stopped and thought about his last name before smirking. Devon has no idea what that could mean, but it might not be good. It might not be good at all. Now, Devon doesn’t know anything about this Alex Gaskarth, and he’s not sure why he knows his name unless he reads the college newspaper. Perhaps that’s why he was smirking. Perhaps...
Devon just hopes that it doesn’t end up like a romance novel again.

Notes

This was suppose to be up yesterday, but it took forever for the videos for one of my other stories to be uploaded. I was at my grandparents, and their internet sucks.
Anyway, I'm back, and I'm staying. I didn't want to write that last month of school because of all the school things going on. I've graduated high school though, so it's writing time.
I wonder what Alex is thinking... Hmm....
Well, that will be for next week.
Anyway, I hope you liked it!
Oh, and that song in the car is "Crawling" by Linkin' Park.