The next day I woke up, ate cereal and rode my bike to Jerome's house. When I got there Jerome's mom opened the door. She said, "Hello Mitch come on in Jerome is in his room." I said "Ok, thank you."
I went up stairs and opened Jerome's door and flopped on his bed were he was playing MW3. He said "yo, what you been up to lately?"
I said, "Nothing really my parents been arguing." I started to cry and Jerome said, "don't cry."
I said "I'm going to kill myself!" I put my hand in my pocket and grabbed the razor blade and started cutting and cutting and cutting. Jerome grabbed me and took the blade away.
"Don't! stop Mitch! Don't kill your self!" Jerome grabbed me and licked my bottom lip. I opened my mouth in approval and he slipped his tongue in and swirled it around.
I moaned and in my head it felt like the best thing in the world. I wanted more of Jerome. I told Jerome how much I love him.
And that's when we figured out were gay and we were meant to be. At least in my eyes.
