Love Me The Same (BoyxBoy)

"What if they find out again?"

"They wont!" she beckoned, "but if such problems do arise, even though they wont, we can always move again"

"I'm tired of moving mom, I'm tired of running away from people, I want to be free."

"Well honey I don't want you to get hurt.."

"Don't honey me I am nearly 18. I'm tired of hiding who I am!"

"I know sweetie, I know its just the

therapist & the doctor both said that you should wait.."

"FUCK what they said! I want to be normal."

"Well I'm sorry Justin but you can't be"

With every word she said, I withered deeper into myself. Though my mother spoke the truth, I never expected my life to come to this.

She said with therapy things would change but they haven't. All the same emotions that haunted me before are still present.

As I exited the car I heard the close yet faint call of my mother saying she loved me but how can somebody love me? I cant even love myself.

As I'm approaching the school I cant help but notice, all eyes are on me.

Not to seem narcissistic or anything but I know that I am sexy. Standing 6", blonde curly locks, blue eyes, toned skin, and a smile that could melt butter, I'm obviously above your average homo.

There I said it "homo". Yes, I'm gay and I'm out of the closet but most people don't even know unless I tell them.

I'm primarily straight acting besides my obsession with Miley Cyrus.

As I'm walking up to my new locker I can't help but remember that I have no clue of where the hell to go.

So I unlock my locker while repeating my combination like a rhythmic belabor in my mind.

As I put my bag away I turn to my soon-to-be locker neighbor and began to ask her a question but was trampled by her appearance.

She wasn't bad looking at all but perhaps it was her clothing. She wore dark loose fitting ripped jeans, a navy spaghetti strapped top, navy converse, and a black fedora with black nails. This is my type of girl, someone not afraid to be herself. but compared to everyone else she looks Gothic.

After staring at her deeply for at least 2 minutes I was awoken from my trance by the softest yet fiercest voice, "dude, you're cute and all but I'm not interested."

"I'm sorry," i said," I was just admiring your look"

"Well if you admired it any longer I'd start to think you wanted to wear it." She said.

"I might be gay, but fedora's are crossing the line."

"Wait... You're gay?"

"Yea, why is that a problem?"

"No, no not at all its just that people in this school just have very conservative parents & they aren't that accepting of anyone unlike themselves" she said," and plus you just seem so masculine."

"Well, I'm proud of who I am but I don't go around flaunting my homosexuality, they probably won't know unless I tell them. But as for my masculinity thanks." I said.

"Well, if I were you I would steer clear of that conversation"

"I'm not scared but I'll take your advise" i said reassuringly.

"Well my names Breonda Green I'm a senior & your new best friend." She said smiling reveling her pearly white teeth.

"My names Justin, Justin Taylor, I'm a senior too nice to meet you.. Breonda.. Can I call you Bre?

"Of course, I always wanted a gay best friend. Lemme see your schedule."

As I handed her my schedule she slammed our locker and intertwined our arms together and pulled me in the direction of Lord knows where.

Although I didn't know where we were going I did know that this was the first time in a long time, someone other then my mom and past lovers, has been this nice to me. But I know that it won't last long.

Soon she'll have to find out I'm not the perfect gay best friend she always wanted. Only time will tell when she's ready to know about me, the real me.