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He walks into the new school, not knowing what is in store for him. He walks shyly to the office, and gets his schedule for the year. He pauses, his shaggy brown hair flopping as he turns his head to look out into the hallways. Students everywhere. Oh, how this is different from his old life! Why did his parents have to move to this horrible small town in the middle of nowhere? He was all set with a scholarship to one of the top Cegeps in his province, but the second his dad got a new job in Istanbul (Not Constantinople), the whole family had to move with him. Why did they never think of him and HIS interests?
“Mr. Baggins, your paperwork is here. You have homeroom in room 105 in about 10 minutes, and the rest of your classes are listed here.” He thanks her, and leaves the office, retreating to a small corner down the hallway where no one can watch him awkwardly fumble with his bag as he puts away all unnecessary papers. He checks his class list; Math, Science, French, English, and a few other minor subjects that no one really cares about, but still exist to “enhance your education and make you a well-rounded person”. What a scam. He dismisses most of the classes, because he is excellent in all subjects, and knows he will do well, except for one course. One course that will screw him over and bring his average down by tenfold: Physical Education.
Just as he is puzzling over how to get out of PE, either by saying that his abnormally large feet would make playing basketball impossible, or because of his height, he would never be able to participate, he gets knocked over.
“Hey, watch it, twerp,” says a huge jock-like guy. The nerd looks up to see a beautiful, muscular man with long chestnut brown hair that seems to flow down his shoulders like a waterfall. He looks into his stunning cloudy-grey eyes and can barely pull his attention away before the Hunk of a guy begins to speak again. “Hey, you’re new here, aren’t ya? Well, you better know what you’re doing, or else this place will walk all over you.” The small newcomer looked into his all-encapsulating smoky eyes, and saw such sincerity which clashed with the aggressiveness and the tensity of the rest of his muscular body. He shakes his head to take himself out of this trance that the captivating Senior has him under. Just as he comes back to reality, one of the Hunk’s friends shoves him, and they walk away together, laughing and shoving each other friendlily.
Lunchtime. The most dreaded time of the whole school day, especially when you are new. All these social groups, and no one to sit with. He did not manage to make any new friends the whole day, since he was too busy being a shy child and daydreaming about the charming man he met earlier that he never bothered to talk to anyone. Now, he is stuck in a school with no friends and a full hour of free time. He sits down at an empty table and eats his prepackaged lunch alone. He eats his bread absentmindedly as his mind wanders to the man with the chestnut hair, again. Why can’t he stop thinking about him? Suddenly, as if he summons him with his daydreams, he appears before him, and he brought his friends.
“Hey, dweeb. Guess you haven’t learned to make any friends here yet. Or are you just too LAME to get anyone to like you, huh? You just a sad little child who can’t even make one friend on the first day. Loser.” He attempted to put a name to the man with the long, blonde hair (which made him look quite feminine and petite, but saying such things aloud would definitely not help his situation). Just as he is about to attempt to maybe make some form of pathetic comeback to try and salvage as much of his suspiciously low reputation and respect that he has left, the beautiful man interjects.
“Hey, Legolas. That’s enough. You really don’t need to kick a horse when it’s down, ok? Just leave the poor kid alone, and we can leave, alright?” The guy, Legolas, seems reluctant, but the friends all leave, except the nice one. He turns to the kid, and whispers to him quickly, “Look, I can’t stay long, or else they’ll notice me, but just let me know somehow if they are botherin’ you, ok? They can be pretty douchey at times, and being new is hard, so I’ll stop them if they are a dick to you. I’m Aragorn, by the way.” And then he walks away after his friends so that they don’t notice him hanging behind. He glances behind him one last time to make sure that he is ok before he vanishes behind the doors to the caf, and Frodo can finally breathe again.
“Sam, what does this mean????” Frodo is at home, Skyping his friend Sam. Oh, how he wished he didn’t have to leave Sam, but he had no choice. The next best thing is their daily Skype chats at 9:30 every night.
“I think you might be into Aragorn, man. I mean, he was nice to you, and you couldn’t BREATHE until he left. That seems pretty gay, dude.”
“BUT I AM NOT GAY, MAN!”
“Frodo, you do not have to lie to me. It’s ok. I mean, I have known for a while. You only fangirl over male celebrities, and never had a crush on a girl. It’s pretty obvious that you are gay...”
“DO NOT DRAG TOM HIDDLESTON INTO THIS. HE IS VERY ATTRACTIVE, AND WE ALL KNOW THAT, SAM. Also, I never liked a girl at our school since none of them were that pretty.”
“Trust me, man. If you liked girls, you’d think that every single girl is hot. It’s one of the struggles of being straight, which YOU are NOT.”
“Sam….”
“No! Frodo, you are no longer allowed to have your gay angst moment. You are madly in love with Aragorn, and we have gone through all the proof. Just ask him out tomorrow! And if it doesn’t work out, you can just forget it all and move on. Easy peasy. And then you won’t have to stress over seeing him since you will have your answer!” Before Frodo has time to object to his best friend about his social anxiety and the fact that talking to people, let alone guys, is hard, Sam hangs up on him. Pretty rude, but Sam did it for him to try and prevent him from getting a way out of the plan. Smart Sam.
The next day, all Frodo can think about is his talk with Sam, as well as Aragorn. Oh, how he wishes that he could talk to him, but talking to people never was his strong suit. He did, however, spend the majority of the day thinking about Aragorn, and what would happen if he did ask him out, and he said yes. If only he could just bring himself to do it. He spends the whole day, pretty much, trying to convince himself to do it. He even enjoys PE class, since he imagines Aragorn teaching him how to do everything, with his strong body holding him from behind and guiding him through all the motions of basketball, and making accommodations for his tiny height and large feet, bending over him and supporting him as they bounce the ball together, his strong arms on his tiny ones, and his firm grip on his hands as the 6’6” man guides the ball towards the net, and cheers. Even though he misses every shot.
He almost doesn’t notice the bell that announces the beginning of lunch. This time, though, Frodo does not dread it, but invites it. He makes sure to sit alone, and look like an extra loser in hopes that Aragorn’s friends bully him again so Aragorn would come to his rescue, and he would have a few more precious seconds with the beautiful Hunk of a man. And it works. After he eats, and has started to read his manga, almost immediately, as if a beacon to the Jocks, they appear out of nowhere and come to stand in front of him, with smirks on their faces, thinking that they are superior since they are Straight and use that as their personality. Such sissies.
“Hey, nerd. Whatcha got there? You gay, or something? You ...”
“THE HONEST FUCK, BOROMIR, IS WRONG WITH YOU? Get THE FUCK out of here! All of you! GET!!” And they did. The three of them scampered away in fear of what Angry Aragorn would do to them after making such a scene. He looks at Frodo in total embarrassment and pity.
“I am so sorry about them. They can be such dicks. I am so sorry. I never meant for them to say such things to you. You definitely do not deserve such harsh treatment. Really. I do apologize. I tried to stop them...”
“Hey. It's fine. Don't worry about it. They are gone now. It’s all good now that you are here to protect me.” Frodo and Aragorn both look at each other in confusion, Frodo, embarrassed that he just said something so cheesy to this huge man who could never like him back, and Aragorn more pleased since he has now figured out that Frodo likes him back.
“Hey, so why don’t I take you out, y’know, as an apology for how they treated you. I’ll pay.” Frodo grins like a madman since he did not have to do anything. Everything worked out for him in the end. Oh, how Sam would love to hear about this.
“Oh, Oh Kay?” He stutters out, and blushes extremely hard, while Aragorn laughs at him. Aragorn really does like him, and finds him completely adorable while he is barely able to contain his excitement over going out for a first date with such an amazing guy.
“Hey, why don’t we go now? No one will miss us. Trust me, it’ll be fun. We can go to Pasteizza down the street.” Frodo is shaking of pure excitement, and nods enthusiastically. Aragorn laughs again at this cute little man, grabs his hand, and they leave school together to go on a delightful lunch together.