Chapter One

Wanted: a friend

Wow Blaine that sounds desperate. Could you not?

I know I've got to sound like the most desperate loser on the planet, but moving to New York has left me kinda lonely. My apartment mate is either passed out drunk or with some girl. Not that I mind that, yeah I'm gay as the day is long, but I'm not one of those guys that's gonna sit here and trash straight people. Reverse prejudice is still prejudice.

A point I have one.

Sitting here staring at the cursor blinking on my screen was nerve wracking. Nothing was more terrifying than a blank screen. And here it was all looming and impending. This could end really badly. My mind immediately went to all of the horrible possibilities: rape, murder, the bottom of the river, Cooper being distraught while Father was disgusted and disappointed as though he expected nothing less from me. At least he had a fancy apartment that he could rent out.

If I let my thoughts run away with me I would end up not posting this. And Craigslist wasn't just for raunchy hookups right? I didn't want to go on a dating site. I never really had a boyfriend before. I mean sure I screwed around with Sebastian at Dalton, my former prep school, but that wasn't serious. That didn't count. I don't want that; commitment, introducing to family and... Yeah. Wow. Now I'm blushing hard.

I don't want a relationship, except I do kinda... No. I want emotional connection and sex just confuses that. So no more hurting or pining. I just want a friend, a real friend. That's it.

Wanted: a friend. Current music education student seeks friend. Creepers need not apply.

Blaine Anderson. 19. New to the city. If you like pina coladas...

Ugh who am I kidding. This sounds like a personal ad. I'm aware it is a personal ad but I don't want it to sound like a personal ad.

The only real way for me to express emotions before has been through music. Maybe that's what I need. Some music. And at that moment some lyrics rang through my head. I sang you words I never said. Ok that was sweet, but I really didn't need to High School Musical it up anymore. I was nearly 20 for Christ's sake.

But what if I took it and ran with it.

And just like that a thought was born.

Wanted: Friend, Amigo, Compadre

It's the start of something new. A whole new world, just around the river bend. I'm bulletproof nothing to lose fire away. And I could be the greatest, I could be the best, but I get by with a little help from my friends. Everyday is a winding road, and I can only imagine what it would be like, surrounded by your glory, I just can't get enough.

You might not know me, but I bet you want to. Take at look at me now, I'm just an empty page. It was written in the stars, only yesterday was the time of our lives, and now I'm stepping out tonight, spreading my wings and starting to fly, to see if I can go the distance. Raise your glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways. Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today, and I've been a part of it. But the sun'll come out tomorrow and I'm betting my bottom dollar that there ain't a reason you and I should be alone tonight. I'm wide awake and you should be my teenage dream tonight.

You've got a friend in me.

Blaine Anderson. Music education sophomore at NYU. New to the city and looking to meet some fun people. Creepers need not apply. If you feel up to the task, send me a message and we can see where it goes.

And before I lost my nerve I pushed submit.

Holy fuck what did I just do?