We are sitting in the cinema and as I look to my left, he's eyes meet mine. He bits his lip and a rush of excitement flows through my body. I lay my hand on top of his, our eyes stuck on each other. The distance between out heads grows smaller as he comes closer to me. When our lips touch, everything fades away and the only thing on my mind is him. His tender lips feel like soft silk on mine. He puts his hand on the back of my head and pulls me closer.
His hand in my head, we walk out of the cinema. People stare, but we don't care. We've got each other. We walk to his car, and he starts driving toward my house. When we get there, we make sure to kiss goodbye in the car. My parents can't see me kiss a boy.
I walk into the living room and my parents bomb me with questions. I escape into my room and fall onto my bed. My jaw hurts from smiling and I keep giggling. I can still feel his lips on mine. I can still feel his hands holding me, holding my hand. I can still see his smile.
Since then, everything changed. Well, not everything. Let me reverse that. Since then, English class has changed. We couldn't keep our eyes off of each other. We couldn't stop passing notes to each other. And we couldn't stop sneaking in tiny kisses before class, somewhere were no one will see.
I remember, one day he passed me a note. As soon as I read it, I squealed, inside. The note said, "Can I be your boyfriend? <3" Of course, I said yes. I kept it. It's laying on my desk right now. Whenever I think about that incident, I open it and then I can't stop smiling.
I decided to tell my mom about that incident. I walk down stairs. I'm already in tears.
"Mom?" I ask in my retarded shaking voice.
"Yes, sweetie." She turns around. "Oh, honey what's wrong?" She hugs me and then looks straight into my eyes.
"Mom, remember when last year I was quite sad. That was because someone told me to kill myself."
"Who the hell said that?! We have to talk to their parents."
"One day, I was walking home with a friend. I kissed them and I thought no one was there. But... I was wrong."
"Why would someone tell you to kill yourself because you kissed someone?"
"Mom, it was a boy. I'm gay." I sigh.
