Dying For Freedom [BoyxBoy]

Before The Storm

"So...How is storybook boy? And how are you going to hide him?"

Logan was full of questions. Full of wonderment of how this was real.

Of how Brandon was real.

His name still brought thunder chills through out my body. It sounded so perfect.

So angel like.

"He's four years older then us, Logan. He's a man. And I'm not hiding him...He's staying in a hotel."

For the first time in my time with Logan. I was completely bare in front of him. No secrets, no lies.

Nothing but the pure truth.

I felt like I was no longer suffocating in my own body.

"...Kendall...FOUR YEARS? What the hell are you thinking? Your parents will kill you and send that guy to jail!"

He was panicking. It happens every time I do something close to out of normal life.

I was never normal. Only a mask of it.

My soul, my true self.

Was the farthest thing from normal. It was a bitter taste in my mouth.

"I wasn't...When you fall in love, you don't think. It's the most wonderful thing in the world. He is. To me...Age is nothing but showing how much wisdom you have learned. And I won't let my parents ruin another thing in my life."

The moment the words left my still slightly swollen lips, a surprise guest made their appearance.

The look on his face...It showed more pictures, then any art gallery.

Shock. Anger. Disappointment.

The last was the most surprising...

Heartbreak.

"Hey..."

His first words. Hid nothing from the truth. No cover up. No mask.

Nothing but how he was feeling.

It pulled at my heart stings as his raven hair fell into his story eyes, covering them up. I could no longer see his story. I could no longer see the answers to my questions.

My love was forgotten for the moment.

"H-Hey James!"

Logan never stuttered. He never was lost for words. Always had something to say in a moment.

Not now. Not for James Diamond.

As the realization snapped through me. I couldn't help but feel betrayed. Even if that feeling wasn't logical.

I was madly in love with Brandon. My mixed hair love.

I could never feel that way about James again. It just wasn't in my soul. He was the past. A story that could never play out.

At least...That way. In that part.

So why do I feel as if my heart is filling with poison?

"Hey...Logan?"

His tone. Was uncertain. He had not the slightest clue what his name was. What was his label that he was born with. The word that would stick with him through out forever.

It made red fire in my eyes, as the hurt seeped through my best friend' eyes.

But the conflict.

I also had joy.

I was becoming more insane. My world was breaking apart in two parts.

And I had no idea what was making it that way. What was happening to my soul.

I needed my Brandon. My love. Right this moment.

School was made a punishment for our childish sins.

And, as of right now. It was. For myself. And my heart.

"Yeah, Logan. I hea-"

"Kendall...You have a boyfriend?"

His words made crossroads with Logan's. Overriding it.

Erasing the rest. It should have hurt. It should have made the fire turn into a white hot burning rage.

It didn't.

I thought of my love once more.

In this hallway. With a hazy number of people in my age running around us. Some stopping and focusing on us. On James.

I thought of the most wonderful person in my life.

His bright pool blue eyes.

His soft, beautiful hair of blacks and whites.

The skin of the moon.

The lips of rose petals.

The touch of fireworks.

And the voice of an angel.

It was enough to send my painful life into a state of happiness. The freedom was breathless.

I was free in his arms.

I let the mask down. I showed what is true to the people around.

For him.

For us.

"Yes. I have a boyfriend."