"Poetry"

IV

I was always quite popular in school.

No wonder, my parents are rich, and I'm quite handsome.

The girls practically swooned over me.

I dated a few girls already.

But only to make my parents happy.

They wanted me to have a beautiful wife one day.

So I tried to be interested in all the girls who wanted to date me.

I always acted like I enjoyed being with girls.

But it just didn't feel right.

There was a guy in my class.

He was the school's freak.

Always dressed in black, with a ton of silver jewelry and black makeup around his eyes.

My friends bullied him.

I always just stood there and watched.

I wanted to do something.

I wanted to help him.

But I was scared.

Scared that my friends would hate me for helping him.

On some random day, my friends bullied him again.

I saw him sitting there.

On the floor.

He tried to suppress his tears.

I just stood there.

My friends already left.

He looked up.

He asked me what I wanted.

I just stared at him.

It was pretty awkward.

Then I apologized.

I apologized for my friends and for me just standing there.

And he forgave me.

The next time my friends bullied him, I finally did not just stand there.

I helped him.

I stood up for him.

My friends just looked at me dumbfounded.

I told them that they were assholes.

That was the last time I really spoke to them.

I started to hang out with the guy.

He's cute.

I introduced him to my parents.

They were skeptical first.

But they quickly understood that he was nice.

And that he meant something to me.

We started to hang out everyday.

And I enjoyed it more every day.

I loved his makeup.

I loved his style.

I loved his voice.

I loved everything about him.

We hang out in my room, like usual.

We were laughing pretty much.

And then I kissed him.

He did not pull away.

He kissed me back.

And then my dad came in.

He saw us.

My heart dropped.

My dad just saw me kissing a guy.

I was sure he would hate me now.

To my surprise, he did not yell at me.

He just left the room.

Later that day, when I was alone again, he came into my room.

He said that he was happy for us.

Happy for me.

He was actually supportive.

Both of my parents were.

The guy I kissed that day is now my husband.