Love Notes Chapter One

                Bow Valentine is the kind of guy who’ll yell at you if you ask him what genre his band is. He hates having to label himself just for other people’s approval, so he just tells them to fuck off. For a high school kid, his band is already pretty famous, and they pull in a fairly large profit. Still, he wants to finish school, maybe even go to college. He and his band already make enough cash for all three of them to live on their own, but he wanted an education. It’s not like school was difficult for him, he held a steady 3.8 GPA.



         His success in the music business got him a lot of popularity in school, mainly with women. Girls always approached him, complete strangers, and asked him for a date. He was openly gay, and no matter how often he explained that, the girls kept asking. He’d thought that make-out session with Jack, his bassist, in the library would be enough for them, but it only made him even more popular. He tried to ignore it, but the obsessive women were getting really annoying. His looks didn’t help matters, either. With his pale blond hair and bright blue eyes, his body lean with just the slightest hint of muscle tone, he was a perfect example of what women craved. He hated it.



         “You found a love note in your locker?” Jack looked at Bow over his veggie burger, an eyebrow raised. Not only was he the bassist of Bow’s band, but he was also his best friend, he talked to him about everything. Jack was probably even more popular than Bow was, and that’s simply because he’ll sleep with just about anyone. Well… his looks could be part of it too. Jack is pretty tall, his physique slim. His black hair is cut into a Mohawk, the sides shaved short and close to his scalp. The middle is kept long, the front nearly hanging in his eyes and the back touching his collar. He rarely spikes it up, though; he says it’s too much trouble. Recently, he’d put a little blue dye in it. His eyes have a kind, sad look to them, which draws people to him. Even Bow, he’d only talked to him in the first place because he thought he looked sad.



         “How is that any different than normal?” Jack had a point, Bow got plenty of love notes and confessions, and he usually ignored them. They were all full of mushy words and proclamations of love. He hated it. Jack tugged on the lobe of his right ear, recently pierced. His right hand was adorned with a tribal-like tattoo, swirly lines sprouting from his middle finger and winding their way around his arm, disappearing beneath his black band tee.  “What’s so special about this one?”



         “Well… look.” Bow reached into the pocket of his jeans, dark and tight fitting, pulling out a yellow sticky note. He unfolded it and held it out of Jack to look at. There were no words on it, simply a heart drawn in black ink.



         “…That’s it?” Jack was interested now, reaching out to take the note. He even turned it over to see if anything was written on the back, nothing. “Wait… you kept it?”



         “W-well…” Bow blushed, ducking his head. It was rare for him to be this interested in a love note, it was kind of embarrassing. He’d found the note before first period and he’d been carrying it around with him all day. It was strange that it bothered him so much. “Don’t you think it’s weird? There aren’t any words.”



         “What do you care? You don’t even like girls. Just throw it out.” That seemed to be all Jack had to say. After his brilliant advice, he went back to his veggie burger.



         “Yeah, but… what if it isn’t a girl?”



         “How many love letters have you gotten from men?”



         “…None… But, guys don’t write love letters!”



         “Exactly.” Jack was so smart.



         “But this isn’t a love letter! There’re no letters!” Bow shoved the sticky note in Jack’s face.



         “Look, I know you haven’t gotten laid in a while, but you’re taking this a little far. There’s no name on it or anything, how’re you gunna know who wrote it?”



         “Err… Well, I haven’t thought that far, yet.”



         “Right, let me know how your little adventure turns out.”



                “Uhg…”