Young Love Is Alright

Now We're Both 'Broken'

Sunday was uneventful, a side from the conversation Taz and I had for the majority of the day. We basically just talked about random stuff, but it was still the best thing for me. Every message I received no matter how dull or amazing it was made me feel like the happiest guy ever. All the texts I got made my day.
On the Monday next, Taz and I where sitting next to each other in every class. We would laugh and laugh about minuet details like how the teacher said a word funny or how there was a funny misspelling in the text book.
Every so often I would stare at him and he would stare at me and we would just smile. It was beautiful, in an almost artsy hipster kind of way.
After school we would run of to the tree we first went out together to, and exchange movie cliches, terrible video games and the latest music.
We kind of...well...made out a bit. It was enchanting, I felt like I was really in love! Not like in love with a movie character or a singer, true love.
We got on the subject of why people call me names.
"Well it's because I'm gay isn't it." I started to explains. "The children have grown up with parents who don't really accept people like me. It's that or they just don't understand it, so they make fun of me. I was called broken once, I took it more as a compliment than a insult. If this is what being broken feels like then I must be the most broken guy in the universe. It still didn't make me happy though"
"Hey," Taz pulled me into his body and kissed my forehead. "Your not alone anymore, now we're both broken." Taz let me lye on his chest and he both fell asleep in the sun. But what we didn't realise is that school was tomorrow and that we slept till 7pm!
Still, it was the best night so far.