Sam's POV
It's after school and Gabe and I are leaning up against the Impala, waiting on Dean and Cass.
"Gabe did you want to come over today?" I ask. His cheeks start to turn pink. Does this mean he might like me? Nah, its a little hot out, maybe that's it.
"Y-yeah sure. That sounds fun,"He stutters out.
Dean and Cass are walking towards the car. OMG THEY MADE UP!!!! FUCKING FINALLY! Gabe starts to run up to them.
"See Cassie I told you it would work out."
"Yeah, you did. Thanks Gabe." Cass reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sucker and hands it to Gabe.
"Thanks big bro." We all get into the car. Then I speak up.
"Hey Dean. Can Gabe come over?" I ask
"Yeah sure, I don't see why not. Is that okay Cass?" He turns and looks at Cass.
"Dean, eyes on the road. I don't mind, but you should tell Micheal," he replied. Gabe gets out his phone out and starts texting.
"He says its fine." We get to our place and we run up to my bedroom.
"So I think we so do our homework before we do anything else." I suggest before he can.
"Ugh okay." I get out my math and do the couple of problems I had, then I was done. I look over at Gabe and see that he still working on whatever he's working on. I get out my journal and pen. Yes I have a journal. I like calling it a journal and not a diary. Ellen suggested it a while back to me. I liked it, so I kept writing.
Dear Journal,
Hmmm not much has happened lately. But, I'm almost completely positive that I really like Gabe. I know for sure he doesn't like me. I'm pretty sure he's straight, and even if he isn't he wouldn't like me. I'm too tall. Too weird. Pretty ugly. I have no good qualities. The only thing I have is my music taste. I don't know what gender I am. I NEED TO KNOW! ITS JUST SOMETHING A PERSON IS SUPPOSE TO KNOW ABOUT THEMSELVES. But, no not me. I can't choose.
I know I'm not fully a male, but I know I'm not really female. I don't know what that is. I just keep getting weirder and weirder every moment. There's no way anyone would like me if they found that out for sure. Why couldn't I have been normal. Why couldn't I just be a good BOY and be straight???? I just can't do this. I shouldn't have to worry about these type of things.
A tear fell onto the page I was writing on. I didn't realize I was crying until now. I wipe my eyes and Gabe sees me and joins me on my bed.
"Sam. Are you okay?" he asks.
"Yeah.Totally," I lie. Then I notice that I'm still crying.
"Oh come here." He pulls me into as hug. I sob even harder into his chest. I keep mumbling "I'm sorry". He just keep saying "Its okay." My sobs slowly start to stop. He rub started rubbing his hand against my back trying to comfort me. When I stopped crying and got myself together we just kinda looked at each other.
" Now, really are you okay?" I shrug.
"Why did you start crying?"
"I don't know. I just kinda did.I'm sorry."
"Its okay it happens sometimes. If you ever need to talk I'm here. Okay?" I nod.
"Good." He pulls me into another hug. My eyes start to water again. A tear or two come out, but that's all that I let out.
He actually cares.
Gabe's POV
I look up from doing my homework and see Sam crying on his bed. I got concerned and went up there with him.
"Sam. Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah. Totally." He's still crying so I can that he's lying.
"Oh come here." Then I pull him into a hug. He looks like he needs one, and I'm glad to be the one who gets to give him one . I don't like seeing him sad. He doesn't deserve it. He so sweet and stuff. He keeps saying "I'm sorry." I assure him that its okay. He slowly stops crying.I just kinda sit there rubbing his back.
"Now, really are you okay?" I ask. He just sorta shrugs.
"Why did you start crying?"
"I don't know. I just kinda did. Sorry." Awe I can relate. This use to happen to me after moms death.
"Its okay it happens sometimes. If you ever need to talk I'm here. Okay?" He nods.
"Good." I pull him into another hug.
To lighten up the mood I ask if he wants to watch a movie or something. I really like him and I want him to be happy. So we pull up something on Netflix.
After looking for about five minutes we just put on Friends. That show can put anyone in a good mood again. Sam sits up and leans against the wall. I end up laying down and place my head on Sams lap. We both fall asleep.
