Do You Want To Know? ~A Tythan Story

Part One: A Simple Note

Do you want to know how I knew I was gay? Well let me tell you, it was hard. Really hard. It took the words of a certain someone to help me see it.

My name was Tyler and his was Ethan. I was eighteen and Ethan was seventeen. We have known each other since we were little kids. I knew he was gay. What I didn't know was that he had a crush on me.

We were in the same third period class. Which was math. We just got done learning about the radius of a circle when I got a note passed on my desk from Ethan. It said, 'I need to tell you something important'
At the time, I didn't know what to expect. With Ethan, it could have been anything.
I wrote 'what is it bro?' back.

It took him a while to write back, but when he did, I was taken away by what was written. 'I know we have been friends for years and I hope that this doesnt mess it up I cant keep hiding this from you this is something that is really bothering me ive liked you ever since I told you that I was gay and I was wondering if.... you would go out with me'

It took me awhile to process what was written before me, 'but what about your bf isnt that cheating' I wrote back. I didn't want Ethan to be cheating.

'no I broke up with him this morning is it a yes since the first thing you said was am I cheating'

I wrote 'you know im straight Ethan' back.
I looked at him, and the expression on his face.. it was.. a mix of sadness and determination. When I got the note back, I almost choked on my own spit. 'Ik but there's some things that you do that makes me believe otherwise how you look at me you blush you get all fidgety around me I know you like me too.. don't hide it...'

I looked at him. He looked at me. We stared at each other for a few seconds until the bell rang. Ethan shook his head, stood up, walked to my desk, and kissed me. It took me by surprise, but I kissed him back. We kissed for a good three minutes. The kids that didn't leave and the kids that had that class now were mostly saying "awww" or "how sweet." He pulled back, and said,
"I'll take that as a yes." I nodded.

I smiled. We grabbed our stuff and walked out of the class, hands intertwined. People stared at us, but we didn't care. We just stared at each other as he walked me to my next class. When we got there, he kissed me and said that he will see me at the end of class.

"I love you" Ethan said.

"I... love you too." I responded.

I watched him walk away. I sat in my desk, trying to focus on the teacher, but all I could do was think about that kiss. I didn't even know how much I loved him until then. I was deep in thought when someone tapped on my shoulder.

"Hey Tyler, you ok?" Mark, someone me and Ethan both knew, asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just fine." I smiled, thinking about the kiss again.

"Well, I asked that because your.... stroking yourself.." He whispered the last part.

I looked down and seen my hand in my sweatpants. I looked around and no one else was paying attention to me. I quickly took my hand out and blushed.

"Thanks Mark. That's.. embarrassing." I thanked.

"No problem.. bro..." He said with uncertainty.

The rest of class was just learning about the Ottoman Empire. When the bell rang, I grabbed my stuff up the fastest I could. Mark had a weird look on his face.

"I'll explain later!" I called back as I dashed out of the room to Ethan's class. I walked in gym to drop off my stuff and to pick up Ethan. He had gym since he was in gymnastics and I had gym next since I was in football and wresting. I look at Ethan and smiled. He looked up and smiled back at me. We hugged and held hands as I walked him to his theater class.

As we walked, I heard someone yell 'fags' and a group of people laughed. I looked at Ethan and he had his head down and looked like he was going to cry. I kissed Ethan on the cheek, let go of his hand, turned around, and said,

"I fucking swear, if you ever call us or anyone else that, I'm going to beat your ass so fucking bad, your parents won't fucking know who you are when they go to the hospital!" I cracked my knuckles and my neck, getting ready for anything.

He looked at me, in my fucking eyes, and said,

"Fuck you, faggot."

I blinked, then I lost it. I ran at him, pushed him down, and punched him. And I kept punching him until one of the coaches grabbed a hold of my waist, getting me off of him. I came back to my senses, and looked at Ethan. He was looking at the guy, he had... terror on his face.. Then he looked at me, and smiled. He smiled and mouthed 'I love you.'
I looked back at the guy. His face was covered in blood and he was knocked out. I don't know how long he was knocked out, but I didn't care.

"Why did you do that!" I heard the coach say, dragging me towards the office.

I looked at him and said,

"No one fucks with my boyfriend. I. Mean. No one."

A/N- ok so this is my first time writing Tythan, so I have no clue how it turned out. If you guys liked it, give me a vote. I'll be updating every other day, if I can. I'll also be re-reading my works to find any errors and fixing them. Thanks guys and stay beautiful <3