I was sitting in English when I completely zoned out. They were talking about Romeo and Juliet just like every other day. I was tired of talking about that story, and how it was the “greatest story ever written.” I could write a better love story in my sleep.
Suddenly, the room changed. It was the same room, sure, but all of the walls were white and bare. The chalk board seemed to have changed into a futuristic board that had apps built into it. I didn’t understand what was going on. Finley and everyone else were still in the room, but there was no teacher. Everyone was just sitting there staring off into space, except Finley wasn’t. He was looking at me.
Suddenly, he said, “There’s something I need to tell you.” He had a very serious tone.
“Look, I like you. You’re really cool. I wish all guys were like you,” he said, looking kind of sad.
He looked the other way, and that was when I woke up. I was confused for a minute, not knowing where I was. Then I remembered, I was still at school. I had fallen asleep. That whole thing with Finley was all just a dream. It was a good dream, though. It made me think. What was that really trying to say then?
The conversation in the classroom seemed to have shifted over to politics, and I let out a huge sigh. Politics are so boring. There’s so much more you can talk about besides politics. It was nice though because the bell rang a few minutes after. Finley seemed to be taking longer than normal packing up, so I waited for him to come out the door thinking something may be wrong.
“Hey Finley. How are you today?” I asked sounding cheerfully.
“I’m alright. Just have a lot on my mind. How are you?” he asked in reply.
“I’m pretty well myself. I’ve been kind of thinking a lot lately myself, too. It’s kind of coincidental, but the person I like is also in that class. I don’t think she’s interested though,” I said.
I felt like I was lying to him. What was these feelings I was having? I suddenly found myself happier whenever I was around him. Everything was so much brighter when I looked at him, like he was a bright light showing me the way. What if I really did like him? What would my parents think? They’ve never talked about homosexuality before. Everyone said that the Bible says it’s a sin. What if they’re right? It felt like I was playing with his feelings. Just to see if he liked me back. It was wrong, so wrong. I remember there was this girl I was friends with who would always talk bad about the guys her liked her, but yet she would always be kissing them and telling them how much she loved them. That was a horrible thing to do; I didn’t understand how someone could lead a person on like that.
“Well, you never know if you never ask her,” he said.
“Yeah. Well, I got to go. I’ll talk to you later, Finley,” I said, walking away.
