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the passion of two

this is about a gay couple (black and white) in the 1950s and 60s

The passion of two

It happened again for the third time this week, these boys keep trying to hurt me for not being sport driven. It's hard enough being in school because of all the people blocking the entrance. The president has recently made it illegal to have segregated schools and the Jim crows of the people have made it harder to get in the building. I forgot to introduce myself my name is Kelly Sans Harold. I am the son of the state sheriff and the best in the math and english department. People pick on me because i look nerdy and don't talk to females, well mostly anyone to be frank with you. It's hard to talk to anyone when you can't find anyone you can relate to since i am a closeted gay. I figured it out my freshmen year in gym. The captain of the football took his shirt off and i couldn't handle it. His name is Eliot Scott "Scotty" Sire he is the captain of the football on the black team. He offered to walk me home because of the bullies. Many days we walked he was harassed by the boys that bothered me. We starting to hang out at the country shed that's near my house. The more time we spend together than with anybody else ,because we get each other i thought. My father one day decided to come find me and saw me hanging out with scotty and dragged me by my ear home. That made me angry because why would you take me from my ....friend.... Yeah he is my friend nothing else. One day after hearing my father call scotty a savage and a no good nobody i lashed out. "WHY DON'T YOU GET TO KNOW THEM AS A PERSON BEFORE YOU JUDGE". After i said that my father had never been so mad in his life. I could see the veins in his forehead bulge. His voice came out in a staggered breath of calm," get out of my house you damm sympathizer". I think my heels and say "fine i never cared about you anyway " and i take off running and i don't look back. I run to the shack in the woods that scotty and i hang out at. It's a safe place to cry. When i close the door i slid down the wall and started crying. The tears were hot on my skin and tasted of salt and anger. I wanted to break something and wanted to defend my friend. I wanted him to be seen as the same as everyone else. What they don't know about him is that he is a gentle soul and would never harm a fly. He is kind and compassionate and loves animals. He want to go to the same place as a me and be able to eat. I close my eyes and fall asleep in the cabin on a hot summer night. I woke up the next morning to someone opening the door. I half expected it to be my dad demanding me to come home. When i turned it was scotty, he looked shocked and then scared. "What happened kells" that is his nickname he gave to me. My voice came out in a hushed whisper " i stood up to my father i couldn't handle him talking bad about you" the tears of anger now turned to tears of sadness" i'm sorry scotty i tried to stay strong" he walks over to me in a protective manner. He wrapped his arms around my size and let me cry into his shirt. He started to rub circles on my back told me it's going to be alright" you can stay at my pace if you need to" he said in a calm and gentle voice" i would like that" i want to walk but the exhaustion i got from crying overtook me and i passed out. I awoke in a small two room house with scotty pacing when i shuffled off the bed and gently grabbed his arm. Is everything alright scotty with a concern lacing my voice. The mixture of the stress and worry mixed in his mouth and came out like water comes of a waterfall." i am worried for you, you'll be living here now and what will people say. I'm worried that your father will come and try to kill us, im worried for us." with that word he cupped the side of my face and started to whimper. " i'm worried that you'll be alone here when these sit in get violent and i won't get home, i worried that the kkk will hurt you, im worried for you." he gets his face two inches from mine and whispered " i don't want to lose you too". Out of impulse i wrapped my arms around his neck and closed the gap. Our foreheads touching and our breaths being the only thing heard through the night. We make eye contact and i could see the passion in the sea of brown. I pull my whole body close to him. When the sun came up we started the walk to school i had a meeting at the end so i told him it would be okay if he went home. The walk home after the meeting the stress seemed to melt away i passed the cafe where the blacks and white don't mix. I saw scotty sitting next to one the bullies that would harass me. I walk in and the bully flagged me over. " hey i wanted to apologize for being rude to ya, wanna sit with eliot and i" i said sure and hopped next to scotty. He placed his hand on my thigh. And leaned over and whispered " this is a sit in thank for coming" i lay my hand on top of his and started to stroke it on a small rhythm. I hear the door open and see it the jim crow gang. They all started to try and heckle them out. My anxity started to well up in the back of my thought but the thoght of scotty and the previous night eraised it all. I have never felt so brave in my life, they stared to get more violent and started to punch anyone in the cafe. I gripped his hand when a fist colided with his rib. The crowers startd to pull on people and started to beat them with the bottles. I felt my hand get ripped away from from the scotty and my glasses broke what i saw through a haze was scotty trying to get me back away from the crowers. I felt many shards of glass enter my head. The police got there but it was too late. The impact of the glass instanlly killed kelly. When the people left and the bodies were taken to the mourge. Kelly's parient walked in to identify him and saw eliot standing therte crying. Wishing it had been him to take the blow in the head. " sorry son was he your friend" kelly's dad asked in a sorry tone. He thought for a moment...yeah he was my.... best friend." it was five years later and eliot was able to be with whites. Everyday he would walk to the shack and sit in and pray to see him again. No matter what eliot would do he woud wait for his kells but kells would never come in.