Syn#1:Heaven is a Syn away MxM (Staten Krown)

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Trash started to slowly turn the doorknob of the closet. I heard it make a
small creaking noise that sounded sort of like an old wooden chair. My mind
was already beginning to think of a thousand excuses why I was in the
closet. However, what excuse would explain how her boyfriend had stared at
me the entire time he was having sex with her?

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"I could feel the door slowly opening and I could feel my heart beginning to
pound harder and harder. It was such a fucking rush."

"Did she catch you?"

It was the next day. I was in Dr. Lopez's office telling her exactly what
had gone down the night before. I made sure not to leave out any details at
all.

"Luckily for me, Yolanda had barged in the door to warn them that Lex, or
Rex as I call him, was coming up the stairs. Immediately I had used that
excuse to find my way back out the closet crawl space through the way I came
in."

"You were extremely lucky. What happened afterwards?"

"I myself went downstairs back to the party. Later on, however I had found
out from Yolanda that as Rex approached the room, Sampson had to use the
same crawl space that I used to escape. I was thankful that he was ok, but
it sort of worried me because I knew Sampson was absolutely sure how it was
I got into the whole spying scene."

"Did you talk to Sampson after the party?"

"No. I found myself getting really drunk off spiked punch or at least
pretending to be. I was a little tipsy but a lot of the weird drunken
behavior was on purpose. Shane and Sampson dragged me home and I went
immediately to sleep. As soon as I woke up, I came here to see you."

"Why do you feel you had to fake being drunk?"

"Well, I felt guilty and ashamed about the whole situation. It could have
been 10X worse if Mercedes would have opened the closet, but it was bad that
Sampson might think that I am some perverted tomcat."

"Yet, you said that he knew you were there, but made no attempt to expose
you or hinder his sexual behavior?"

"He only stopped for a moment, but when he realized it was me, he seemed to
be into it more."

"How do you mean?"

"He was staring at me and he went faster."

"Are you sure he saw you? Are you positive?"

"I am very positive. He knew it was me. Our eyes made a connection. He went
faster with Mercedes and with more passion. Then the funniest thing
happened. I was about to turn to leave and he screamed out, 'No,' almost
like he wanted me to stay."
She looked at me. She began to tap her fingers against the wood as though in
deep thought. It was real strange and I began to wonder what was on her
mind.

"Sampson, sometimes a person with strong feelings for someone has the
tendency to imagine certain things about that person?"

"Doc, I am not imagining."

I almost found it rude that she thought I was imagining it. I mean, it had
happened. I knew how much I cared about Sampson, but I was also sure that I
wasn't willing to see things just because I had a little crush on him. The
crush was NOT that serious.

"Ok, maybe imagine is a strong word??you may have misinterpreted the
information given to you. "

Yeah, ok. I knew her long enough to know that she was just finding fancy
ways of saying that I was imagining Sampson's reaction to seeing me in the
closet.