Dear Jackson

Chapter 15

I packed up my project gently into my book bag with a smile on my face. It was the crack of dawn on Monday and I was excited for BamBam to see what I've done.

"I broke night working on this. I really hope it was worth it."

Our project had to be based on the most important thing in our life. I obviously chose BamBam because he really is.

I zipped my bag closed and slung the straps over my shoulders. For once I actually looked forward to a school day.

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I sat in my art class and watched as students presented their projects. Some drew about people, objects, animals, and even naturistic things. Bam sat in the back of the class since the teacher instructed him to do so. They were nearly close to being friends so she didn't mind his visit.

"Okay Jackson you're up next to present."

My stomach contained butterflies as I went up to the front with my large sketchpad in hand. I was happy, but extremely nervous.

"We all have reasons for our most treasured and important beings in our life. At least I know I do. This important thing in my life has taught me many lessons, opened my eyes, and brought me out of my shell."

I spoke and averted my eyes to BamBam. This whole message I'm giving is really just for him only.

"This thing is a person. He has been with me for about five years now. We share a lot in common, and helped each other where needed. I felt as if I were a plant deprived of sunlight and water. Not knowing what life really was. Confused about why every other plant was receiving such nutrition, and I was left out with nothing. Then, he came and refreshed my soil and roots with water. Cured the dull color on my leaves with sunlight to give me a deep beautiful green."

I paused and opened my sketchbook to a large portrait of BamBam. The whole class lowly gasped, and my ears heard whispers as well. However, I still kept going.

"That person is BamBam. Kunpimook Bhuwakul. The guy almost everyone in this school is harassing just because of his sexual orientation. Teasing, gossiping, beating. It's funny how these students don't even talk to him or know him enough to spread rumors. They don't see the importance and kindness within him. He can literally turn your sad day into an amazing one just with his words. Personality almost too nice with others. BamBam is more focused on making someone else happy before himself. Because he feels he cannot be in a positive mood knowing the person next to him is down."

I flipped the page over and revealed another drawing.

"BamBam and I share a trait together. He is a photographer, I'm a sketch artist. So we both love art of course. However, he takes photos of me and saves them. I do the same with my pencils and paper. It's kind of what keeps us bonded together. That holds much importance to me, it's something I don't want to lose. Only reason being is it's what started this friendship. If I had never found BamBam in the art room taking pictures from the window, and introducing ourselves and messing around and having fun, I don't know where I would be honestly."

I changed it to one more page with a full color portrait of him. Probably one of my best works.

"These are not the only reasons why he is someone so important. Yes he may be my best friend. Yes he also shares a lot in common. Yes he did pick me up when I was down. But, that quiet and humble guy in the corner minding his own business stole my heart, as cliche as that sounds."

This time the whole class nearly took all the oxygen in the room with their shocked exhale. They all kept exchanging looks and more whispers.

"You see, everyone has been picking on BamBam about kissing me. Calling him a faggot, walking plague, beating him to a pulp, destroying what he owns, and much more. Yet I realized no one approached me. Why? Because I'm everyone's go-to class clown Mr. Jackson Wang. The crowd pleaser, the friend of friends, the cool guy. Also because I contributed with my silence, leaving my friend alone. I felt and still do feel like pure crap for doing something like that all for my reputation. I don't need anyone's approval though. Because I am a proud boyfriend of Kunpimook Bhuwakul. I am highly honored to say I was the one who asked him out. He will always be important to me. And not only will this book of drawings of just him alone will prove that, but also my growing love and feelings for him as well."

I closed my sketchpad slowly while keeping eye contact with BamBam, finishing my speech.

"If anyone still dares to mess with him, mess with me first. Then, I'll know whoever does was fake in the beginning. Thank you for having me up here and giving your attention."

I took steps to the back of the room and hugged Bam who was silently crying. Everyone was staring but stood quiet. I was prepared for more gossip and trashy rumors at this rate.

"Thank you, Jackson."

He cried on my shoulder as I smoothed his back. I held in my own tears as well so I could appear as the strong one giving comfort. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes deeply, speaking with a monotone voice.

"That was really bold of you. Also a lot better than speaking to me in private."

"Well I really wanted to let you know that I am truly sorry. I thought this was the best way to prove it."

BamBam smiled and gave a silent nod. We both walked to the classroom door as the students were still eerily silent.

"I'll see you in a little I guess."

He said lowly while walking out, and I waved with a smirk plastered on my face. As the door shut I turned and faced the entire class. They all stared at me questionably, confused, and just emotionless. The teacher tended to her work, not really minding either way.

"Okay Mark you're next."

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A/N: I felt this was cute I could be wrong as hell though. Anyways you guys tell me, vote and comment^^