“God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve you fucking fag!” Someone screamed at me for the third time that morning, throwing their trash at me. I had stopped trying to fight back, I was tired of it but that meant nothing. I went to Old Dominion University in Saluda, VA, thinking it’d be a new start, a good time to see new faces. The new faces, check. New start, no. It’s the same damn thing I dealt with in high school. My name is Adam Henley. Gay, faggot, homo, queer. Whatever you call, it all means the same thing, just in a harsher manner; I like boys.
I was driving back to my apartment from the college, the sound of rain slamming hard against my windshield and my windshield wipers going insane. As I drove over the Chesapeake Bay, I saw someone standing next to the bridge, their head down and their face hard to see in the heavy downpour. Pay it forward, the words sang in my head. I was in the same place a few weeks ago and was saved. It was my turn to pay it forward. I parked the car and hopped out-I was drenched in an instant-just as he was hopping up onto the ledge. The rain pelted down on me hard as I reached out for the guy standing by the ledge.
“Don’t do it kid!” I shouted. He whipped his head towards me. I only saw a blur of his features in the heavy rain.
“Why the hell not?” he snapped, his voice filled with anger. “I’m hated in this town, and it’s not like I have the money to go anywhere else. This town will have me die alone.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not as bad as my life,” I said, barely loud enough to hear over the torrent.
“Then tell me all about your petty little life!” he screamed.
“My dad was an alcoholic, and my mom was a drug abuser. I’ve known about, um, myself since I was young--,” I started.
“You’re gay too?” he asked, astonished. I nodded with a stern look on my face.
“And I’m damn proud of it,” I said. He flipped his feet back to the safe side of the bridge where he got up and hugged me.
“Thank God! I’m not alone anymore!” he shouted. I stood there awkwardly as he hugged me. He pulled back and flipped the hair out of his bright yellow eyes. “Sorry, I’m Steve Luna, I go to the college right up the street,” he said pointing back from where I had come. I grinned at him.
“I didn’t know you went there, too,” I smiled. “You got a place to go Steve?” He shook his head.
“My new roommates kicked me out, I have no idea where my bag is…” he muttered. I scanned the area and found a burlap bag sitting behind it. I laughed.
“It’s right behind you,” I laugh. He turned and chuckled.
“Sorry, I guess I’m stupid sometimes,” he laughed as he picked up the bag off the ground.
“I see,” I smiled. “Come with me.”
“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother,” he frowned through the rain. I rolled my eyes.
“It’s not a bother if I’m offering,” I smiled. He nodded and followed me to the car. We got into my car, soaking the suede seats, and went on our way to my apartment. I glanced at him and my heart slowed. His long dark hair was darkened and soaked, sticking to his forehead. His yellow eyes stared in front of him and I noticed the silver snakebites curved over his light pink lips. He wasn’t scrawny but he wasn’t built either. His dark shirt clung to his body as well as his dark jeans. I tore my eyes away from him just in time to stop at a red light.
“Are you going to continue your story?” he asked, nibbling on his bottom lip.
“That’s a story for another day, as long as you promise never to try to kill yourself again,” I smirk. He nodded.
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Adam+Steve (On Hold)
Teen Fiction"'God created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve you fucking fag!' Someone screamed at me for the third time that morning, throwing their trash at me. I had stopped trying to fight back, I was tired of it but that meant nothing." Adam Henley is one o...
