Submerged

Chapter two

     It was unknown to me at the time but he was the one to change my world. I used to think that there was no happiness, no light at the end of the long, dark, tunnel. He proved me wrong.
     Philip Michael Lester. My sun that could shine through the deepest of waters. He moved to my town after his father died and his mom could no longer pay for their old house. Being new to a high school with only about 100 kids who have all known each other for their whole life made him an easy target . . . just like me. Both called fags and emos, we were grouped together by the forces of asshole jocks with superiority complexes. He called it fate, I called it coincidence. He was like that. Always trying to make life more charismatic than the truth. He wanted to believe that life chooses how life ends in the very beginning and then twists the fine strings of a being to make sure that happens. The truth is that life is spontaneous. Anything can happen in an instant to wreck whatever was set out before you. Like what happened to my parents.
I was always so proud of them for being better than the idea that was set in the minds of every twisted, hateful, so called Christian that lives in this dry town. The pressures of being the social outcasts tore them apart, I guess.
     Right when my whole life was crumbling between my weary fingertips, the person that would change my life forever showed up on my doorstep with a blueberry pie and a sparkling smile. A smile that was imprinted in my mind as my idea of happiness. I used to not believe in love at first sight. How can anyone be that superficial? I realized in that moment that it's not the looks that cause it. It's deeper than that. It's being able to look at someone for the first time and see the rest of your life with them by your side within the blink of an eye. I was so entranced with his smile that I didn't hear the words that passed through it. Something about his family moving in next door.
    How simply the beginning of my life had started.