Summertime Fling Or Could It Be Love *on hold*

faking it

Okay so through it was time to hear Masons story, which I thinks going to make anything come together a bit better, so here it is enjoy J

Masons pov

It had been so long since I’d said it out loud, I’m gay! Wow it even sounded strange saying it in my own head; I guess that’s what happened when you push who you really are so far back you almost become what you’re faking to be.

I bet if most people knew what I’d done they would think me to be a discussing, using cheater and yeah when it comes down to I am but I’m sick of it and a person can only be pushed so far before they break. I knew I was gay back in high school, it’s not like it was hard when all the other guys started to suddenly notice the existence of girls and more importantly boobs I would notice the guys. It wasn’t something I thought would be a problem so what if I don’t like girls who care right! Well it would seem my parents cared a lot!

It all started back when I bet Joel, now the only way to describe someone like Joel is that he looks like he’s jumped of the pages of a fashion magazine, he beautiful. Tall, tanned with the perfect muscular body, not over the top veins popping muscle, no just so that he can literally look like a Greek god in a bin bag if he wanted. And his eyes, pure silver orbs they were all you saw when you looked at him, it’s one of the main thing that draw people to him, like just put it like this Joel could have anyone he wants. So how did we become friends you might be wondering since at the beginning of high school I was a scrawny little runt while he looked like well that, well let’s just say he caught me staring at him in the changing room for way longer than I was supposed to, it also involved him pushing me into an a store room while giving me a firm talking to which happened to involve our mouths touching a lot!

After that we became a thing and life was going amazing, I had a beyond beautiful boyfriend who didn’t care what anyone thought about it, well that was until my homophobic principle called us both into his office, telling us that our behaviour was unacceptable and there’d been to many complaint about our actions towards each other, which lead to the calling of our parents. It was at that moment with me and Joel sitting side by side with our parent on each side of us and our angry principle staring us down that I realised my parents wasn’t okay with me being gay and how did I know this well, while Joel’s parents were shouting at my principle for being a homophobic prejudice who obviously can’t run a school properly, my parents just say there in silence looking a mixture between embarrassed and angry. They didn’t say anything until the end of the meeting where they made me apologies to the principle while they told him how this won’t ever be happening again, my whole world crashed down around me, I was so confused all I could do was stare at Joel as tears filled my eyes, I just didn’t understand. Life went downhill from then out, first of as soon as I got home I was punished and sent to my room, it was there I spent most of my time since my parents had pulled me out of school for ‘personnel reason’ the only time I ever saw anyone was when my mom brought me food. Every day I heard Joel come and knock on my front door asking if he could see me, which of course my parents refused, then one day he stopped coming.

A month after my parents had pulled me from school I was taken to a boarding school, but this wasn’t just any boarding school, no it had ‘extra’ lessons being taught there. Straight lessons, sure they had the cover of a boarding school but in reality it was a straight camp, I was there for the five years, it is the one part of my life I refuse to talk about to anyone, even now. The only good thing that came out of it was once a week we would get an hour of internet time, sure it was properly monitored but I didn’t care the first thing I did was find Joel’s Facebook, I sent this way too long message trying to explain everything but it mainly just said how sorry I was about it all. That one hours a week became my highlight, I would talk to him the whole hour then I would count down the minutes until I could speak to him again. It was a year after I finished high school that I finally saw Joel again, my parents had finally started letting me go out on my own, I know nineteen and I was still being told what I could and couldn’t do by my parents  anyway we’d planned to meet up for coffee. We met and it was the greatest day of my life since I’d left him but of course over the years we’d both grown up a lot and well we saw each other as friends more than anything else. Sure I still thought he was beautiful but with how much he’d been there for me and supported me throughout the six years he was now more a friend, a brother even.

It was another year after all this that my mother set me up with Yasmin, yeah she was beautiful but that’s it I wasn’t attracted to her in any way but she was my perfect cover for my parents to finally leave me alone so I could live my life sort of anyway. So we got married had a kid became the perfect little family to anyone who saw us. Sure I wasn’t happy but I’d started to just accept that my life was going to be shit forever, so to just suck it up and get over it but then Joel invited me on the lads holiday and I couldn’t refuse. I know I shouldn’t have gone in gay bar of all places but half the group of guys I was with was straight anyway and they wasn’t making a fuss I would of looked more gay if I had. Everything was going fine I got a drink and just watched as Joel grinding up with some guy but then I saw him, it was like some stupid romance movie, time felt like It stopped my breath even did for a minute and it was like all this torture I’d put myself through the last fourteen years was for nothing because I’d found him and nothing else mattered.