"This kid once had a best friend, they did everything together. They went to the beach, and hung out every day from kindergarten to 4th grade. The kid always called him by a nickname while the other got into arguments with people.
Of course the kid had no mom so the best friends move became a huge part of his life. How could he tell he was in love? He felt butterflies everytime they talked or touched, he couldn't stop thinking of him, he admired the others smile, laugh. They knew each other like the back of the others hand. They knew what the other was like when the were mad, upset, nervous, or scared. Though he loved him, the boy was a ladies man and flirted with everyone.
One day though the kids house caught on fire, his dad, a firefighter, saved his life and died in the process. His best friend ran over as he saw the fire. Of course it was too late. People were already there to take him to an orphanage. The kid wouldn't go at first, he had some things from his house saved, including pictures of his best friend and a stuff animal he got. He was in the car and broke down, knowing he'd never see his best friend again.
They did meet again in high school. He still had a crush but he was led on. The best friend and him couldn't date as he couldn't come out as bi. He was led on so many times but he held it in. One day he couldn't take it and he blocked him."
That was a real story and wrote it a year ago in the beginning of the year in his creative writing class. All the teachers were surprised that it was so moving.
They wanted to share it with the school. He didn't want to at first but he did. Everyone thought it was fiction anyway. Not like Lance would ever read this
Keith groaned as his alarm went off for his writing class. They had a nice teacher, so he enjoyed that class a lot. Keith sighed as he grabbed his phone and put in Beautiful from Heathers. He had a couple more years and had be done with school. Keith put on a black shirt that says 'its a beautiful day to leave me alone.', tights, fingerless gloves, chocker, and a leather jacket. Keith went into the bathroom as he grabbed his black eyeshadow to cover his eyelids in black and consealer so he didn't look like he didn't sleep and stayed up watching youtube all night. Keith went and got a glass of juice from the fridge, he normally had juice and went on with his day." I don't learn the names, dont learn the faces." Keith sang under his breath as he grabbed his book bag which had multiple books and notebooks. Keith grabbed his phone and head phones and put on Heather's. Keith put on his combat boots and closed the door.
He was pretty tired as he walked in and sat down, listening to the lecture." So Keith, where did you get the inspiration for that story? Keith perked up, it made sense because they were talking of the emotion of every story." My real life." The professor nodded and continued. He took his leave and teachers kept talking to him. He escaped to the library." Calm down, kogane....its all fiction."He spoke softly to himself before turning at a voice.
