Superman and the Boy with the Purple Quiff

Well here it goes. I'm going to try to sum up everything that has happened in the past month in for your reading enjoyment. This story follows a pair of humans, whom begin to rely on each other for everything. I don't know if you will like my story, but I'm telling it anyway.

March 1st.
Mikey's POV>>>

This is the day. The day I can finally be free of everything people force me to be. The day I can openly be myself. I accept that everyone may not agree, but I have worked hard to build up the courage. Today was the day I was coming out...

It was never my idea to like boys, but after my first girlfriend, days of trying to ward off the strange liking I had to watching fashion shows, my 'man crush' on Tyler Oakley, and my habit of staring at boys while getting bubbly feelings, I realised I wouldn't like girls. I never would. I found that gender distasteful and unappealing in that way, but I wouldn't mind having a female friend. So here I am, tucking in my, as some people say, blouse (although I call it a shirt) and attiring myself with my signature Friday bowtie, proceeded to go downstairs.

"So today is the big day?" My giddy mother asked. I nodded in reply. She clapped happily. "I'm so happy for you." She told me, placing a plate of freshly made pancakes and eggs in front of me. My mom was one of the only people I had told ahead of time that I was gay. She fully supported me, which made me relived and hopeful for the day to come. "There's bacon in the oven, it'll be out in a minute. Also, I got the hair dyeing supplies for when you get home from school."

"Thanks. I'm so excited." I said, my voice bubbly. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but think about what would happen if people didn't accept me. I pushed the thought away and continued on with eating.

***

I had come out less than an our ago. My palms were still sweating and I was still very nervous. I had mixed responses so far. Some people congratulated me, some people gave me high fives, a few girls seemed to suddenly have the urge to befriend me as their gbf, some people didn't seem to care, as they didn't know me before. But there were a fair amount that steered clear of me, obviously uncomfortable, not wanting me to like them. I don't think they quite get that love is the same, no matter what gender. I'm not going to start liking them now that I have come out and I am certainly not going to like every guy I see. I may think they are hot, but it's just like most other people, I'm not going to ask out or like ever person from my desired gender. There was one other type of person that I had come across today. The people who thought I should no longer be allowed at this school, the people who thought I was disgusting. I first came across these people when I went to the bathroom to do my business. Right after I washed my hands, and I was heading to the exit, a couple of former acquaintances blocked the door.

"Hi, guys." I said, nodding in acknowledgment, trying to scoot around them.

"I don't think so." Thomas said. He was the tallest of the group of 3.

"Guys, really I've gotta go to class."

"You should've thought of that before you came in here, you perv." Martian, the shortest of the group hissed.

"Wha... No, I was just going to the bathroom." I told them, realising that they thought I was in here for a different reason.

"Sure you were." Martian spoke again. "Dunk 'em Zeke." He demanded the strongest of the group.

Zeke swiftly turned on the sink and dunked me under, soaking my face and hair. When I was lifted up again, Martian smiled evilly. "I don't think he's learned, use this, too." Martian grinned, handing Zeke a washcloth. "And make sure he can't breathe, at least for a few seconds." He added. I tried struggling free, but to no avail. I was gagged with the washcloth as well as having my face covered with it, this time, as Martian said, I couldn't breathe. I struggled under the water, running out of air as my face was drenched, trying to escape, wondering how much longer they would hold me under the water.