What is Love (BoyxBoy)

Coffee with a side of secerts

When the bell rung I slowly gathered my stuff, and watched as the kids flew out the door. Mr. Baldwin gave us the book to read and told us to read the first five chapters before Friday. I already read the book, so I already knows what happens.

"Daniel!" That smooth wine voice stopped me from getting up and walking out the door.

I looked up to see Mr. Baldwin walking over to my desk. Great, haven't you put me through enough torture just by listening to your hot voice for forty-five minutes a day?

"Uh, yes, Mr. Baldwin?" I asked.

He pulled out a folded up piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. He showed me what it was. It was a poem that I wrote a month ago about suicide. My eyes widen when I realized that it had my name on it. How did he get that?

"You left this here yesterday. I hope you don't mind that I read it." He said, handing it to me.

Shit! He read it? Great, now he thinks that I'm suicidal!

"It was beautiful. I felt as if the words from the speaker were used to put the reader in their mindset and have them feel what it's like to be like the speaker. My heart broke at the end though, just as when you thought the speaker was about to put the gun away, it turns into a letter from a friend who found the speaker two days after the death." He said to me.

I didn't know what to say. I don't want him to think that I was some suicidal kid who can't handle bullies. "Don't stop writing, you have a gift. I can tell just by this one poem that you really put passion in your writing, you don't write just to write, but you write to tell a story, a beautiful but yet tragic story. I would love to read more if you have any." he said.

"I, uh, left most of them in my car. I can bring them tomorrow if you really want to read them." I said. Why the hell did I just agree to give him my poems? Most of my poems sounds morbid!

"That would be great." He flashed a smile at me, and I finished gathering my stuff and left.

I couldn't take being around him, I felt as if I was going to slip up and tell him that I have a huge crush on him. I can't believe he read my poem, and he liked it too! I don't let anyone read my poems, not even my family!

Holy shit, why me? Why do you hate me world?!

I didn't technically lie to him, because my laptop has all of my poems and it's in my car.

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The rest of the day was the same. I sat with Mykia during lunch, and all she really talked about was how she was trying to meet the deadline for the sports section of the yearbook in two days, which meant she had to go to the football game that was tomorrow night and take pictures.

Mykia stayed after school again, and Jasmine had her dad pick her up. I wanted to go to Starbucks and get some coffee while I worked on more of my poems.

I drove to there and parked my car under a shady tree. I grabbed my laptop that was sitting in the back seat. I went inside and a smile was placed on my face when I saw who was working the register.

"Cupcake! It's nice to see you up and walking." Diana said with a smile on her face too.

"Cupcake? Where did that come from?" I asked, laughing a little bit.

"You don't like the nickname?" She asked.

"I like, I think it's cute." I said.

"I was wondering when I was gonna see that adorable face of yours again." she said.

"Well, I was actually planning on coming to the next LGBT meeting. Speaking of which, when is the next meeting?" I asked.

"Friday night." she said. "You should come, we're planning a big Pride parade."