Am I Gay? (Boyxboy)

Chapter 9

September 21

Dear Diary,

So apparently Vans parents decided "let's get Van, my son in 8th grade a motorcycle!" So yeah Van got a motorcycle and was taught how to ride it. He told me that he would give me a ride around a few blocks. The first time went so smooth. It was fun I felt the wind blowing in my hair and my face. It was amazing I never felt something like this. We were going so fast and he was so good at it! We took a few more rides and everything was fine. We took a break and I got a message from Ethan (hey cutie whatcha up to?) I blushed a little bit (nothing hun, my friend is driving me around town on his motorcycle) he texted back so fast! HOW?! (NO NO NO! It's van isn't it? And you may not ride on motorcycle! It's so dangerous what if you get hurt?!) I start to shake... (Trust me hun I won't!) we get back on his motorcycle and he starts to go really fast. BAM! ((A car smashes into the cycle and Oliver gets hit really bad the diary flies through the air and so does Oliver, Van broke an arm and got a few scratches but Oliver is all banged up and has passed out. Van calls 911 and Ethan shows up and is crying. Oliver's parents didn't bother showing up at the accident but shows up at the hospital. Ethan sees Oliver'a book and finishes the diary entry)) Dear diary? I think.

Oliver was just taken to the hospital because of dumb ass Van! THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT! I hate him! My lovely Oliver is hurt because of him! I ride to the hospital in the ambulance before they leave. I see he's unconscious and I can't help but cry. "WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN! WHY?!" I scream. The lady looks at me "do you love him?" I start to cry more. "Yes I do! I really love him! We were meant to be! He should've listened to me!" I put my head down on his light shoulder. He looks so lifeless it's scary. When we arrive at the hospital all these nurses and one doctor run to the room he's in. They push me out and I cry please be okay! Please be okay! That's all I think the whole time. When Van walks in. I punch him. "WHY WOULD YOU LET HIM RIDE ON YOUR MOTORCYCLE!!" I'm all red. "What the hell man! It's not my fault!" I get even angrier than I was before "YES IT WAS YOU LET HIM RIDE WITH YOU! YOUR SO IRRESPONSIBLE! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HURT HIM!" I start to cry. He pats my back and says its gonna be okay. Yeah right asshole!