Dear Future Husband...

Meet Me...

Dear Future Husband,

I realize this might be too soon, but I've liked you for a long time. You probably don't even know who I am, but I know who you are, and I am determined to get us at least dating. Please don't go out trying to figure out who I am, because I have my ways of not showing my face. Have fun wondering...

~ Your Future Husband

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I dropped the note into his locker. I run back to the cafeteria, hoping to not get caught by any teachers. I had to find a time to give him the note so that people wouldn't know who I was, and what I was doing. My name is Sam Pasaiib, and yes, I am gay. Now, this always seems to surprise people, but I am and you are going to have to deal with that if you want to keep reading. So if you are one of those anti gay marriage people. Just stop while you can.

Okay. So in case you are wondering, the person who's locker I just dropped the note into is my best friend. His name is Rylee. He isn't gay, but I am determined to make him love me. It will happen. Do you know how hard it is to love your best friend and not be able to tell them because if you do you will lose them and then you will have no chance at all? You probably don't, so lets just keep that question rhetorical.

I'm running down the hallway and I start walking right before I reach the cafeteria. I walk over to my usual seat right next to Rylee. I sit down, and he looks at me like I am from another planet.

"You're late," he said to me. I nod.

"I know, I'm sorry. I had to fix my hair, I'm having a bad hair day," I shrug. It's also hard to lie to your best friend. I mess with my hair to make it more obvious. He knows how much I love my hair. I mess with it so much, and I color it a lot. I don't dye my hair, that's not the proper term for it. I color my hair. Right now it's blue and spiked. He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Sam. What is it with you and your hair? I swear, every single day it is something different!" He looked at me. I laugh and turn away. Why is this so hard? I wish I wasn't in love with him sometimes, but I am and I just have to learn to deal with it. Quitters never prosper.

"What's for lunch today?" I ask. He makes a face that shows that whatever it is is not appetizing. I look over at the whiteboard and see that it is fish shapes. Artificially processed meat or some sort to be flavoured like fish sort of, and then fried in some sort of breading substitute. Ew.

"I think I will just get something to drink from the vending machine," I say.

"Good, yeah. That sounds good," Rylee says. Maybe its because he has blonde hair. I will figure this out. We get up and walk together to the vending machine. I wish I could just reach over and grab his hand but I can't because that would be insanely weird. So we were walking to the vending machine, and he says,

"Crap, I forgot my wallet in my locker, will you come with me to go and grab it?" Uh oh. I have to find a way to make sure that he doesn't find out it was me ho put the note into his locker.

"Sure, i'll come with you," I say. Okay. Think brain, think. I have to come up with some sort of elaborite lie that isn't to elaborate so that he doesn't realize that it was me. We start walking and when we get to his locker I realize something: I PUT THE PAPER IN THE WRONG FREAKING LOCKER!!! Oh. My. God, how could I be so stupid?! His locker number is 2243 not 2242.

"Hey, Rylee," I ask, "Who's locker is this?" I pat the locker next to his.

"Oh, that locker is Jessica's," he shrugs. Crap!!! I mean, if it was a guy it would be somewhat fixable, but no. It just had to be a girl. How am I going to explain that to her, especially since I titled it dear future husband, and signed it, YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND. Oh, my, God. And to make matters worse, here comes Jessica, walking down the hallway. Ugh.

"Hey Jessica," I say, trying to act normal.

"Hey, did you do something different with your hair?" She asked. She seems to be very observant of me...

"I'm having a bad hair day," I say. I run my hand through my hair.

"No, it looks okay. Hey, Sam, I was looking for you. Could I talk to you somewhere other than here?" I look over at Rylee and he shrugs. She starts walking to the girls bathroom and I say,

"I am NOT going in there," she looks at me, and glares.

"Yes, you are," she grabs my wrist really tightly and yanks me in the direction of the girls' bathroom. She pulls me inside and I try to fight back. It doesn't work.

"Fine!" I say, "Why did you drag me in here?" I ask, pretty mad at her now.

"There was a not in my locker that seemed to have been from a gay guy and I know that is your handwriting. Spill, the details," she starts tapping her foot vigorously. I sigh.

"Okay, fine. The note was supposed to be to someone else and how did you get it anyways? I dropped it off like, five minutes ago," I look at her and she is still going on with her vigorous foot tapping.

"I have my reasons, and also, who was it for? Rylee?" She smiles and pokes me in the arm.

"Promise you won't tell?" I ask. She jumps up and down, obviously happy.

"Promise I won't tell? Are you kidding? I am not going to tell in fact, I want to help you two get together. I've known that you like him for a long time, it's just in a girls nature to figuring those things out and it's really obvious. I promise I will do anything that I can to help you," she grabs my wrist again and pulls me in front of the mirrors.

"First things first, let's fix your hair," she says. She takes out from her the dye bag a bottle of thick hair gel and puts some on her hand. I can feel her spiking my hair and then she turns me towards the mirror.

"It looks better," I say, "But where did you get the hair gel?" I ask. She shrugs.

"Like I said, I have my reasons," she walks out of the girls bathroom and I follow her. I can't believe she would yank me into the girls bathroom. I'm never going to let that go.