One of Those People *On Hold*

~Prologue - Art De Luca~

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Everybody had a secret, one that they kept close beside them. A secret that kept them up at night, a secret that if let out would be their undoing. Whether anyone would admit to having such a secret was the question.

I knew about secrets better than most, playing my own metaphorical skeleton in my closet. The closet being my sexuality and I taking on the main role. I being one of those people. The people you crossed over the road for, the people you heard being talked about by bored housewives over late brunches and the people nobody wanted to speak to in fear of catching the disease.

Myself being homosexual.

Something I had known ever since I could remember. When other boys my age were busy fawning over Cindy Crawford I was fawning over them and when they were talking about boobs I was thinking about what it would be like to kiss them. At age seven I was assured of my sexuality when Bekkie Nommie kissed me in a game of truth or dare.

I felt nothing.

And if I didn't know then, I sure did freshmen year after puberty came along, the gym locker rooms an abundant of evidence as to how exactly gay I was.

But being gay in 1984 was not exactly kosher.

Not when every boy I dated was on the down-low, not when every kiss was a secret and I was simply a phase for teens to try out before going back to their girlfriends.

"You really don't give a shit do you?" Lukas asks me as he moves in closer to me on the bed. He to, one of the teens that wanted to try it out before going back to his girlfriend. His girlfriend, a little perky blonde thing that screamed domestication and missionary passion.

He reached to grab my hand as I arched my brow. His palm feeling clammy against the back of my hand. I could tell he was nervous from the way he avoided eye contact yet his gaze kept flickering to my lips. He was thinking of kissing me but was too afraid to.

What would people say? Was he one of those people too?

I answered with a simple shrug.

"What do you want to do after school?" Lukas asking question after question trying to delay the inevitable.

I shrugged again, "Maybe travel, probably move to Germany."

"There is a whole revolution going on there, what with the wall and everything. I think we talked about it last week in class." Lukas tells me as the mixed tape in the background clicks and switches to a heavier track instead of the cheesy bubblegum pop song it had just been playing.

"Maybe I want to be part of the revolution," I suggested to Lukas matter of fact as his sweaty palm moved up my arm. He was going to kiss me I could tell by the way his pupils dilated at the thought and then he started to move in. I'm not exactly stopping the action from happening as he pressed his lips to mine. They were soft, gentle even like he was trying a new car out for a test drive. My lip ring cold against his tongue as he parted my lips, asking for permission to taste me. His hand went down to the belt which held my black jeans up.