Boy Next Door

Mai_able

Mai_able

Forest Faerie
MC is the new neighbor (this could be high school or in an adult setting) and MC is a feminine boy. Etc.. they fall in love


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Stephen Lyn
17
Junior in high school
Male
Stephen is a quiet guy, often always mistaken for a girl, he has a quirky personality and is overprotective of his younger sister Kimina


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(I'll edit an image in later oops! I need to draw a better one)

Ian Grahmn
17
Junior in high school
Male
Usually friendly and sociable, albiet a bit too insecure over how others see him. Also, blind.​
 
Stephen woke up that morning to his sister shaking him, "Phen wake up~!" Stephen groaned and owned his eyes to see his raven-haired younger twelve-year-old sister tugging on his blankets. He smiled and grabbed her tossing her on the bed and tickling her, "Y-you're gonna be late!" Kimi squealed between breaths at him. His silver hair was a mess tangled from tossing and turning in the night. He stopped the tickle assault and reached to the side of his bed grabbing his phone off of one of the many boxes that littered his new room. Looking at the time he saw he had a few minutes until he needed to leave, Kimi jumped on his back and Stephen laughed, tossing his phone in his bag before grabbing her legs to support her as he stood. Carrying her on his ack he walked down the hall and made his way down the stairs.

His mom was in the kitchen getting ready to leave for work she looked up and smiled at her two children, "Good morning guys, Kimi c'mon tell your brother bye and grab your stuff. I have to drop you off before I head to work." She walked over and kissed Stephen on the forehead, "Be good Phen, and don't forget to eat and brush your hair! I gotta go but I'll be home later." Kimi climbed off her brother's back and grabbed her bag following her mother out the door. Stephen waved bye and grabbed an apple from the fridge before heading back up the stairs to get ready. After he was dressed he brushed his hair putting it in a high ponytail, slipping, and extra hair tye on his wrist. Pushing up his jacket sleeves he grabbed his bag and trailed down the stairs, grabbing another apple and his car keys.

Leaving his house he climbed in his black Nissan and made his way to the new school, pulling into the parking lot her parked and walked out of his car and headed towards the school entrance, heading to the office.
 
Ian woke up to an alarm clock going off...about 5 minutes ago. Why was this noteworthy, you might ask? It wasn't his and it was still going off. He rolled over in his bed, forgetting that his bed isn't infinite and this is the third time he's rolled over.

So, he promptly smacks himself onto the floor.

He laid there for a moment, contemplating if murder is worth being kicked out of the house, before standing himself up and shouting "Molly, I swear to god-- TURN THAT THING OFF!"
His sister ignored him.
So, he went through his morning routine under the threat of becoming deaf and blind. His morning routine wasn't anything complicated; Put on whatever clothes felt comfiest, brush his teeth, grab his cane, attempt to make toast, cry when toast inevitably burns him, eat a poptart instead, and go bother his dad until he gets up and drives him go school.

After a short car ride, Ian hopped out of the car and made his way to the office like he usually did. He sat in his usual chair, then folded up his cane. He rested it on his lap, simply...waiting. He had to wait for the first bell to ring before he could go to class without being trampled by 300 people.

He would already be there by the time Stephen walked in.
 
Stephen walked in the office, paying no mind to the watchful eyes of the other students as he walked down the halls. He was used to it, his soft girlish features drew attention, his long hair didn't help but he had no intention of cutting it. Walking to the office desk he spared a glance to the side, noticing a boy sitting in a nearby chair with a cane. He didn't stare for long before making it to the desk. "Excuse me?" His voice was light, which didn't help sway the disbelief of his gender. The receptionist looked at him and smiled, "aah, you must be the new student!" Stephen nodded and the woman typed on the keyboard taking a moment to look between the screen and Stephen, "Ah...Stephen Lyn is it? Give me just a few moments to gather your supplies and schedule if you would take a seat over there for me?" Stephen nodded noting her sudden awkward demeanor and sat beside the boy, he took a moment before speaking. "Hi ."
 
Ian didn't change his facial expression, simply staring dead ahead as he listened to the conversation. A new student. Nice. He listened to the boy's footsteps, then as they stopped near him as he sat down.

And before he could greet Stephen, himself, he had already said hi. "Hello!" He says back, although he doesn't move his head over to attempt to face him. Why would he? He'd never get the eye contact right, anyways.
Today, Ian was wearing an oversized blue hoodie, jeans, and his usual sunglasses. "So, you're new? What grade?"
 
Stephen noted the boys simple but comfy looking clothes. In comparison Stephen felt like a broody teen with his black Jean's, converse, printed tee, and favorite black zip up jacket. A part of him was grateful the boy couldn't see, it would keep the questions a bit less awkward to answer. "Ah.. yes I just moved here...I'm a junior. What about you? You new here too?" Stephen turned to face him feeling more comfortable than staring into the empty space in front of them.
 
"Junior, too. And no, I've been here for a while. But, ah." He taps his cane twice with his fingers to point it out. It was still folded up on his lap, he got the folding type so he could easily store it away when he wasn't using it. "Tired teenagers don't tend to care about 'not getting in the way of the blind dude' so Mr. Rey eventually started having me stay here in the mornings. Too many times with me showing up more bruised than usual." He snickered, shaking his head as if he couldn't believe teenagers were that rude.
 
Stephens eyes shifted from the boys face to his cane as he tapped it before lifting back to gaze at his face. The boy was cute, though Stephen wouldn't tell him that. He leaned on his hand and listened to the boy speak. Stephen scoffed thinking back to his days at his old school. He knew very well how rude teens could be. "So...you wait here by yourself every morning?" Stephen leaned back in his chair, he didn't want to come off to forward but making a new friend seemed a bit exciting.
 
"Only until first period starts. Five minutes in, one of the office aids escorts me," He finally shifted his head towards Stephens voice, in a vague attempt to look at him. He also dropped his voice to a whisper for the next sentence, not wanting the receptionist to hear. "Or I just take off running at 4 minutes. I mean, what're they gonna do, chase me? Tell me I can't walk myself?" He smiled. He was trying to smile at Stephen, but. ah, the lack of eyes made that hard and he wasn't quite facing him correctly, so it was more of a general smile.
 
Stephen noticed him turn his head, he was facing in the general direction just not directly toward Stephen. He thought it was an adorable gesture. He snickered at the boy's joke, "I guess you right...I mean once I get my schedule and figure out where I'm going...If we're headed in the same direction I can walk with you." Stephen spoke a little awkwardly, the benefit of the boy not being able to see him meant it piqued fewer questions and in the long run he'd have to explain a lot less. "Scout's honor that I'm way more fun than an office aid." He smiled again before realizing the boy wouldn't be able to see it and settled on sighing. Being blind must have been tough, especially seeing that he was alone. Did he have a lot of friends?
 
Having someone actually want to walk him to his classes sounded...nice. Just, nice having somebody want to be around you instead of being forced to.
"That'd be nice. My class is at the far end of the school, so it's probably the same direction. I don't....uh. Go to a lot of the normal classes, though." His tone suggested he wasn't quite comfortable talking about it, even if his facial expression didn't change. He switched the subject. "We might have lunch or study hall together."
 
Stephen smiled hearing that the boy would walk with him in the mornings. My first friend. He smiled to himself happily, by far this was the first time he had made a friend that fast. "I mean that's fine. I don't mind walking with you in the mornings and then meeting up after for lunch." Stephen smiled a bit wider hearing the bell, he glanced back at the desk. "Ah, she's taking a while to get my things.." Stephen didn't want the boy to be late for his own classes, h was a bit worried that if he left now it would be pointless for them to talk again.

Of course, these were trivial thoughts, foolish even. "Excuse me Mr. Lyn?" Stephen turned his gaze from the boy to the desk as the lady called him, "Yes?"

"Here's your schedule and your books." She smiled and handed him his things. Stephen looked at the boy one more time, "Uh be right back." He got up and grabbed his things from the counter stuffing them into his bag.
 
"Yeah, that would be nice!" He smiled again.
Yay, a friend. And a solid distraction as the receptionist called Stephen over. He unfolded his cane, holding it out as he stood up. He walked out of the office without using it, to avoid drawing attention to himself from the tapping.

He of course accidentally smacked himself into the doorway, miscalculating where exactly the door was without his cane. If the thud wasn't enough to alert the room to his mistake, he immediately let out a "Fuck!" as accidentally slamming your face into a door hurts.

He stood there for a few moments, holding his nose with one hand as his other was holding his cane. He pulled away his hand once he felt wetness that he assumed -- correctly -- was blood. We sure do love nosebleeds triggered by rolling a 3 after hurting yourself.

He just...stood there... Not really knowing how to deal with the feeling of sudden embarrassment. He didn't turn around, hoping that maybe they didn't see that. "Heeey Ms. Rose, Stephens gonna take me to class." He tries speaking. Like he could've done in the first place. Without accidentally causing a scene.
 
Stephen looked up from his bag as he heard a smack followed by a curse. Quickly closing his bag he grabbed some tissue rushing over to the boy. "Uh are you okay? Seemed like it hurt." Stephen's voice had a hint of concern as he placed the tissues in the boys hand holding the other hands for a moment before letting go. The receptionist gave an okay and Stephen opened the door, "Want some help this time?"
 
"Yeah, I'm fine-- This, uh. Isn't the first time." He let out a chuckle, but it was more awkward than humorous. He took the tissue, pressing it to his nose. "Yeah, that'd be nice, just give me a moment." He steps out of the now-open door, without further catastrophe. He keeps the tissue pressed to his nose until it doesn't hurt so bad, then pulls it away. Woo, no more blood. "I'll take help." He slides the tissue into his pocket, not knowing where else to put it, then shifts his cane into the former-tissue hand. He hooks his other arm around Stephen's, holding onto his upper arm. His other hand holds out his cane, to use it despite being guided.
 
Stephen rubbed his neck, "It's alright. I'm pretty clumsy myself. I've run into walls more times than I can count." He was being honest but was also trying to make the boy feel a little less awkward. Stephen all but beamed when the boy accepted his help, and couldn't help but flush when the boy held his arm. Stephen walked with him and held his schedule in his free hand. "Oh uh my name's Stephen Lyn by the way..Not sure if I said it already." Stephen glanced at the boy and then his schedule. "So what's your first class? And uh, I'm not 100% sure where I'm going." Stephen laughed a bit looking from his schedule to the room numbers.
 
He figured Stephen was just trying to make him feel better, but it worked. "I overheard the receptionist say it. Im Ian Grahmn. I think I already said that, but here it again." He chuckled. "I suppose I should be guiding you around, huh?" He used his cane as he walked, lightly sweeping the floor with it as he walked to check for objects in his path. "What's your first class? Mine is, er. All the way to the back, until you hit the wall of the school building. Then through the doors to the right, first class on the left."
 
"You didn't so no worries. Nice to meet you Ian, well I mean not meet since we already did but like....well yea." Stephen fumbled over his words before laughing at himself. He watched the boy swing his cane, he thought it was pretty cool that he knew where he was without having to see. "I will do my best to get you there without getting lost." Stephen smiled and looked at his schedule, he spotted his class before reaching the wall so he was a little thankful that he was walking the boy otherwise he'd be lost. "Hey, I found my class it's not that far for the uh, wall!"

He turned walking towards the right and stopped at the first class on the left. "uh, I'm not completely sure when lunch is. But! Whenever it is i'll meet you here? If its uh okay with you, that is."
 
Ian laughed when Stephen did. He was honestly pretty cute; His voice was adorable and he kept stumbling over his words or 'uh'ing. "Oh, nice. And it's on the way to mine so we can usually split off here? When, y'know. We're not both being late to class." He stopped at his right classroom, still with a smile.

"Yeah, I'll wait here for you. I can show you where to get food, too; Cafeterias a walking safety hazard for all students, especially blind ones. LuCkiLy I caRrY An aPpRovEd weApOn." He raises his cane up, holding it like someone would hold a bat. He swung, very lightly tapping Stephen on the side. "Perish."
 
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