They always tell me I'm talented. I've learned how to play the guitar. I can sing like Mariah Carey and Freddie Mercury had a child. I can spill my heart out onto a paint canvas. But, they'll still never understand me, and I'm not sure anyone ever will. When you're the quiet, depressed kid, nobody ever talks to you unless they want something, or you're doing something wrong. "Are you going to eat that?", "Can you teach me how to draw like that?", or, "Connor, stop that.", "Connor, stand up straight.". Connor, Connor, Connor. Connor this. Connor that. Everything depends on me. If I go away, chaos would break out. If I go away, the house would fall silent. If I go away, Ross would soon follow. I would be lying if I said I understood him. He and I are opposites. He's smart, funny, outgoing, and relatable, while I'm failing most of my classes and the closest thing I have to a friend other than Ross are the dahlias growing in my backyard. Pitiful, I know. He's so...attractive? He's like a magnet, and I'm a small piece of broken metal. He's part of my everyday life, yet I just can't get enough of him. I'm already hated enough, so, what would happen if they knew who I really was? What would they tell me then?
//Hello, it's me Leo again! Let me know if you have any questions or suggestions. This is my first story, so I'm very open to constructive criticism! Thank you for reading.//
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Complicated
RomanceThey always tell me I'm different. And, deep down, I know it too. I'm not like other kids my age, and I never will be. However, I can't exactly explain it. It's...complicated.
