Sierra Leone (rewritten)

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I was sitting outside of my friends house inside of my Nissan. I had all my stuff packed inside. I was prepared to move all the way to California for this guy. He was a really close friend, but I was beginning to fall in love with him. It was descriminated amongst some to be gay, but in my opinion- love is love. I was so scared to tell him how I felt. I felt like he was my first love...a real one, at least. I was thinking about doing this for a while now. I caught my girl cheating on me with some other dude and then come to find out she was pregnant by him, too. Pathetic, I thought, but... C'est la vie.

I gripped my keys in my hand and inhaled. The car was new, so it had that new car smell. I was only 19. So was my friend. His name was Roy. We had just met that summer and he was like a best friend to me. We spent that whole summer together, then he moved to California to go to UCLA. Now I'm out here trying to confess my newfound love for him. It'll be a shock for him to see me. I came all the way from East to West for him. I could have wrote or texted him, but I'd much rather tell him to his face. I swallowed my pride and grabbed the door handle. I had already dropped all my stuff off at a hotel. I didn't bring much, just two boxes and about five suitcases. I had enough money made to buy clothes, rent an apartment, and get food. Of course, for a while, I 'd be on a budget. A tight one, too. But I had $800,000 saved up for now. I just had to find out how to split it up for certain thing. Somehow, in that little time of me thinking, I found myself up to his doorstep. I braced myself for any response that could be given and rang the doorbell. Within a few seconds, you could hear the doorknob being twisted. I looked back at a man who was biking down the hill. He was going really fast. Who would wanna bike down a street in San Francisco? I know I've only been here for a few hours, but I know-

??: Lonnie? Hey!

I turned my head to see Roy. He was a lightskin, skinny kid, with curly hair and hazel eyes. He was African American, Puerto Rican, Japanese, and Creole. You could see alot of it just by looking at him. And here I am...Standing there, staring at him at a loss for words. My mouth hung partially open. Its been two months since I saw him last, and in those two months, he's changed. Not just looks, I can feel it...I can sense a change. I don't know what it is, though.

Roy: how did you get here?!

Christopher: I...I caught a plane

Roy: (laughs) wow! how did you know exactly where to come?

Christopher: your mother told me your adress...

Roy: thats crazy, man.... You....you wanna come in or...

At that moment I knew I had to quit acting stupid. Putting all nervousness aside I nodded. He stepped behind the door and let me in. I was perfectly fine on the outside, but my brain was screaming at me on the inside. We sat down in the living room and we began with small talk.

Roy: so...how was it back home. Y'know...since I left.

Christopher: its...its been good. I've been bored, trying to restart my music career. Ever since Catrina last year, everything has been different. I'm trying to work with it, though.

Roy: mmm...

Christopher: yeah.

Roy: well, I'm just waiting for the semester to start. I checked out the college, its really cool. Are you going to college at home or out of the state?

Christopher: well...actually, I'm moving here...

Roy: what?! (gasps) thats great, man!

Christopher: yeah, I brought all my stuff today, I have 800,000 saved up to keep me up until I get a paying job. If I do go to a college, it'll probably be next year.