L.A.M

chapter 6

Blaze

I became engrossed in drama after Mr. Carter rearranged the groups and I decided to join forces with Jack and Noah. We were tasked with creating a meaningful piece, although we were only given a mere 15 minutes to do so. Afterwards, we had to present our creation to the class, and I must admit, our efforts fell short.

In any case, the school day came to an end, and we all made our way home. Upon reaching my living quarters, I spotted my father engaged in some business dealings. Wanting to be alone, I hastened to my room, closed the door, and dedicated the remainder of my evening to writing in my journal.

Max

part of Blaze's inebriated group, became the source of laughter and jest in our drama class. He possessed a certain shyness, which somehow only enhanced his charm.

When I arrived home, I caught sight of my brother passionately entwined with his boyfriend. Disinclined to witness such a sight, I made the decision to head to Charlie's house instead, seeking solace with my childhood best friend.

Upon my arrival, Charlie's father informed me that he was fast asleep and advised that I wake him. You see, Charlie suffered from a medical condition known as hypersomnia, where he perpetually experienced a profound lack of energy, regardless of the amount of sleep he obtained.

I ascended the stairs and attempted to awaken him by slapping him across the face. When that proved ineffective, I resorted to a more aggressive approach, delivering a punch to his nether regions. Startled, he finally awoke, exclaiming in disbelief.

An hour had passed, and we found ourselves immersed in a game of Roblox. Seizing an opportune moment, I mustered the courage to share a secret with Charlie.

"Can you keep a confidence?" I queried, drawing him in with my intrigue.

"Of course. What is it?" he responded, his curiosity piqued.

"I believe I am bisexual," I confessed, my emotions flooding out. "Moreover, I find myself consumed by thoughts of a young man named Blaze."

Charlie stared intently at me before embracing me, recognizing the tears streaming down my face. His father entered the room bearing snacks and inquired about my distress, but I dismissed his concern, allowing him to ruffle my hair before departing.

"It's probably best if you don't disclose this information to my father," Charlie advised, acknowledging his dad's aversion to non-heteronormative orientations.

I nodded in agreement, recognizing the importance of preserving my relationship with his father. When I was a child, my own mother had failed to provide proper care and support, but it was Charlie's father who stepped in to serve as a guiding light, demonstrating what a genuine and loving family could be. Consequently, every Christmas I would join them in celebration, relinquishing the company of my mother's hurtful remarks about how I was a mistake and other disparagements.

"I have something important I need to share with you," Charlie stated, his gaze fixed upon me.

All for this chapter I'll post when I can be bothered (being truthful) you also got to see into Max's past a bit. I will post a whole chapter on his past one day dunno when doe so enjoy