The Set Up *~BoyxBoy Romance~*

Chapter One

WARNING :: this story is a BoyxBoy Romance. Which means boy on boy loving. xD

If you don't like that, go somewhere else. No rude comments, or you WILL get bitch slapped.

-raises hand-

You've been warned ...

But for those who want to continue reading,

=) Enjoy! -blows kisses- xD

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The Set Up

Chapter One

They say that it gets easier every time you tell somebody you're gay. I don't know, I'm still just as terrified now as I was doing it the first time. I still feel my heart throbbing away to the point of almost being painful, and I can hardly get enough breath in my lungs to speak. When I first told Summer, she took it extremely well. Then again, I expected her to. We had been friends since, like, forever. So she really didn't have much choice. But she's been great. And when I told my cousin, Derrick, he wrestled with the idea for a bit, at first thinking that it was all a big joke. Until I actually started to cry a little bit, and he realized I wasn't fooling around. It took a bit of 'adjustment', but he got used to the idea pretty fast, and in a week or two, he couldn't tell the difference between regular me and gay me. I think the hardest so far was my mom.

The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint her by telling her that her little boy was a homosexual. I had no idea how she'd take it. And considering that she was my only source of food, shelter, and family affection, it was a huge risk telling her something that I was sure she didn't want to hear. But, she was okay with it. I mean, she was a bit shocked at first, and I saw her wipe a few tears away from her eyes. But after that, the only question she asked was,

"Are you sure?"

I told her that I was pretty certain, and she got up and hugged me tight with a few sniffles from the both of us. She told me,

"It's ok, baby. I love you for everything you are. And this doesn't change anything."

You have no idea how good that felt. I felt like I had taken my very first breath ever when she accepted me so easily. I can't even say whether or not I expected her to take it well beforehand. I can only remember the hug afterwards, and how much comfort it brought me at a time when I felt too weak to stand anymore. It was like, being reborn. Walking out of a hot and sweaty sauna and into a breezy autumn day. Her reaction gave me the courage to go further. I doubt I ever would have told another soul if she had rejected me.

Since then, however, my mom has gone a bit overboard with the concept of being 'supportive' for her gay son. I practically had to side tackle her at the front door one night to keep her from wearing a larger than life rainbow colored 'parent of a gay teen' button to parent conferences. I'm not quite that free of spirit yet. If I'm not careful, she's going to run an ad during the freaking super-bowl. I'm glad she's understanding, but geez, let's slow things down a little bit. I'm not exactly the type to dance on top of the biggest float in the gay parade. It's just not me. But, despite her often frightening enthusiasm issues, she's still the one that felt the best out of the few people I told. So, there we have it. That's three people who now officially know that I'm the 15 year old oddball that they make the typical after school specials about. Three people down...only 6.2 billion left to go.

Anyway, Jake was a really good friend of mine, and I have to admit, I've had an on and off infatuation with him for years. I couldn't help it, he was gorgeous beyond belief, blond and affectionate, and he played on the high school basketball team. Not only was he was quite possibly one of the dreamiest boys in junior high, but high school has only helped him to fill out even more, transforming his face and body from cute to sexy right before our eyes. I think even Summer had a crush on him at one point- and that’s a miracle considering Summer doesn’t date. But he's undeniably straight. There's no chance whatsoever for me to have him. And that just sucks. I should have jumped on that sensual delight when we were both 12 years old. At least then I could inspire him to 'experiment' a little. Ah well, live and learn. But despite the crush I had on him and the many nights I prayed to the angels to make him suddenly fall in love with me and not ask why. Jake was a good friend, and I was pretty sure that telling him that I was gay would be ok. At least I 'think' it would. The only thing that bothers me is that, if I tell him, he's going to think back to all the times we spent together, and he's going to know how I used to feel about him. I mean, it wasn't such a subtle hint that I was making towards him over the years. That's going to be awkward. I don't need him worrying about me lusting after him every time he bends over to tie his shoe. Of course, I will be! But I don't want him to know that. There's a very delicate balance that I have to keep here. And as I sat there on the foot of his bed, watching him type away on his keyboard to show me some funny clips he found on the internet, I struggled with the idea of this being the moment for me to let the truth spill out of me before I chickened out again. I've been trembling over it for two whole weeks now, and it's driving me crazy. But I've got to try. It'll bother me forever until I do it. Why is it always so hard to tell the cute ones?