Dear Journal,
I was so happy that Felix joined me for Ice cream.
We headed toward the roof of the shop to eat our ice cream under the fiery sunset. There was a warm breeze, it was nice.
The lighting from the sky gave both of us a reddish tint. My baseball cap almost flew right off my head due to a giant gust of wind. Felix and I both laughed.
I apologized once more for all that had gone down at school, I was the laughing stock of the school and he was put in the middle of it all.
"So who was that blonde anyway?" Felix asked in a completely serious tone.
"Just a girl who felt like spreading lies," I muttered. He heard me, but if I'm being honest with myself, I wanted him to.
His hood blew off revealing his hair which was now whipping around in the breeze.
Even though his hair was a shade of midnight black it still looked as if it was a shimmering crimson.
Felix suddenly asked me if the girl was lying about me being gay. I wanted to say yes but I stopped myself knowing it wasn't the complete truth. "I dont even know anymore," I said
"Yeah...me too." He responded, his face turning bright red like a tomato.
I felt a sudden urge to kiss him, so I leaned over slowly and he didn't seem to be pulling away so I gently graced his lips trying not to grin. His lips were soft and warm, I didn't want to stop but I did. "Crap." I say.
"Uh... I should go..." Felix says.
I knew that I messed up... again but I didn't want to go back, I wanted to kiss him now more than ever.
I heard him run down the stairwell and watched him run far, far away from the building into a direction I could only guess was his house.
I was filled with indescribable joy, I fell flat on my butt and lay down looking into the sky. The sun had gone out of sight, revealing the stars shining above me. I wished Felix was still here, lying next to me, looking up at the stars together.
"Boy am I an idiot." I said beaming for a reason I couldnt put my finger on. To think that we had just made up just for me to ruin everything again, all because I couldn't control myself.
I balled my fist in anger and clenched my jaw. WHY? If only I could ask him all the questions rushing through my mind.
Did he like me? Did he want to kiss me?
I replayed that moment when my lips touched his, over and over again in my head. "If only I knew what he was thinking." I said, spreading my arms out wide against the hard, cold concrete roof.
I stood up and walked down the stairs and off the roof. I silently walked down the street, the breeze brushing against my face. I adjusted my white cap so it was on the correct way. The breeze was now cold and lonely.
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Where Two Sides Meet
Teen FictionThis story is about two teenagers starting High School as juniors. They are trying to find out who they are, even when things get tough. The real question for them is, are they gay?