My life seemed to be going well until the day I met him. From the very first time I looked into his hazel eyes, I knew that boy would cause me so much trouble. As we became closer friends I began to notice some strange behavior, things ranging from him pointing out the fact that he had a rather obvious errection in the middle of class, to little hints of flirting and/or "teasing".
About a month went by before we had actually comitted to meeting eachother outside of school. I discovered he lived just down the road from me. How had I never noticed him before? We began getting even closer, by the time a year rolled around I knew more about him than I did myself. I also found myself "falling for him". Some would poke and tease that we were a couple, and of course we denied it because we were both straight... for the most part.
Around this time, I started to develop severe depression. I felt like he was the only person in the world that I could talk to. I thought he would understand. When I told him, he thought that I was lying just to get the attention. I wasn't ever the most popluar kid at school, so I guess he had reason to believe it. Or maybe, he just didn't want to believe that his "bestfriend" had any reason to be depressed. To him, everything was perfect.
