Chapter 7 Issac

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I ran out of the hospital so fast. I don't even know where I am. I don't know what just happened. But he... he... he just kissed me. The thing was... I enjoyed it. Does that make me? No. does it? Does it make me gay? I don't know. I just don't know. I've never had these feelings before. Why am I having them now?

I think I'm at a park or something. I check my phone. 13:30. There's a bench. So I think it is a park. I don't know. I'm stupid. I'm so tired too. School doesn't help. Everything literally goes right through my head. I walk over to the bench and sit down.

"Hey, kid, you alright?"

"Huh?" I say looking up. It's a boy. He looks to be my age. Light hair, light eyes. Wearing a dark shirt and light cargo shorts.

"Yeah," I say, "I'm fine

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"Yeah," I say, "I'm fine."

"Well what's your name?" He says sitting down next to me.

"What's yours?" I counter.

"Caden, Caden Ryan," he says putting out his hand.

"We'll I'm Issac," I say shaking his hand.

"Issac....." He says, indicating for me to go on.

"Oh. Issac Legend," I say.

"Dude, that's a sweet last name," he says.

"Thanks," I say.

"So what's actually on your mind?" He asks.

"Well my boy friend is in the hospital-" I start.

"Whoa. Slow down dude, you have a boyfriend?" He says.

"No boy friend," I say.

"So boyfriend?" He says again.

"No. boy SPACE friend," I say.

"Deny all you want, but love is love," he says shrugging, "Go on."

I sigh. "You see, he was in a fight today and was knocked unconscious," I say.

"OH, so your boyfriend got into a fight with a kid that was bullying you at school today," he says.

"Uh no," I say, "Wait that's exactly what happened. How did you know?"

"I go to your school," he says.

"Oh, sorry," I say.

"Don't be sorry," he says and playfully punches my arm.

"Sorry," I say then quickly put my hand over my mouth. Wow I can't even listen to someone. Then I take my hand away.

"Don't be sorry, anyway. I'll see you tomorrow I guess?" He says and gets up from the bench.

"Yeah," I say.

"Don't feel bad," he says and pats my shoulder. Then he walks away.

Ugh. What the heck is wrong with my life? Or me at least.

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