Hold me 'till Dawn (boyxboy)

Preface

Hey everyone! My name is Parker Brooks. People call me otrocious, an insult to the human race, a waste of space, fag, and so many other names. But what I've realized over these past four years since I've came out, is that I am who I am - and no one will ever stop that. I'm proud of the way I live my life, I make good grades, High Honors every term. I am, or was, outgoing. Friendly...'check'. But you see, when your different in a very sheltered community, people look at you like a freakazoid. Something to be afraid of. The summer before Freshman year is when I got the courage to...be myself. I had an abundance of friends that I was sure were going to support me. After months of reading online forums on "the best way to come out to the people you care about," I knew I was ready. And if I didn't do it soon, I was going to be trapped inside someone I was not, forever. 

It all started one cool, breezy summer morning:

BEFORE FRESHMAN YEAR (flashback)

"Ah," I said to myself as I got out of bed. Time for a new dawn, a new day ahead. Waking up four minutes before the alarm is...nice. You don't get that shocking wakeup feeling. Feeling the breeze hit my face made me think about how lucky I am to be here right now. And how I loved the world around me. Making my way to the bathroom, I chuckled when I hit that creaking floor board. Every morning for my whole life I have woken up to that creak; it's one of those creature comforts that you quickly get used to. Grabbing my toothbrush, I look in the mirror.

I am one of those kids you know is good looking. Nice tan skin, pearly white teeth, thick dark brown hair (that has one HELL of a flow if you know what I mean), I'm just starting to get abs #yessss, and I'm tall, but not too tall. My ONE drawback is, wait, I don't have one. That's right, I am PERFECT - until I come to terms with my difference. It haunts me all of the time.

Today was Saturday, and I had plans for my friends and I to get together down at our town beach. It wasn't a beach for the ocean, but a cute, large pond called Bare Valley. Although, we do have a beach house too - but thats besides the point. My town is a small upper class community in Massachusetts. Everyone knows everyones business. Its divided into little villages. I live in Blue Hill, my friends live in Deerfield. Blue Hill is where the big - old colonial mansions are and Deerfield is a golf community, which is still very nice. Getting back to the story:

I hop on my bike and speed down my road past the post office and the coffee shop. Soon I was in the center of town. Taking the next left down are Pond RD.., I can smell the early morning water waiting to be swam in. The paved road soon turned into a dirt one and I came up upon the lifeguard house. Passing it, I got off my bike and ran through the cool sand - oh how I loved that feeling. 

Making my way over to wear my group of friends were, I noticed they had already taken out skulls - it was gunna be a good morning. Crew was undoubtedly my favorite sport. The crisp fall air, rushing up your neck, through your hair. 

"Well there he is!" said my closest friend Jake.

"Your late!" shrieked Muffy, one of the most beautiful girls at The Princeton School. There were some other kids there that I really didn't know that well. There names were: Max, Caroline, Patricia, Connor, and Nelly. (Nelly was a boy)

"Well what are we waiting for?" I stated. 

Soon we were off rowing around the pond. Lights in the houses on the waters edge were starting to appear, meaning people were rising out of bed. Muffy and Jake were my closest friends since we could talk. So as the rest of the group went back to the beach, we stopped at Blueberry Island.

We made our way up the mossy rocks to the rough, morning grass. 

"So, I've got something that you guys should know," I said quite nervously.

Jake and Muffy looked at me with complete acceptance - that soon changed. 

"Your what?" was both of their reactions. 

"Now you guys know, I'm glad I got that over with," I said thankfully.

"Oh no bro, we aren't over with it. Go to hell fag," was all Jake could say.

I looked at Muffy, "you have to accept me?"

"Oh no I don't, your a disgrace to the human race, what a waste of a nice body."

END OF FLASHBACK.

"What a waste of a nice body." Those words still haunt me today. What have I ever done to deserve such treatment except be myself. I am who I am, and anyone that doesn't except it - can, well, leave! 

At the start of Junior year, I'm ready to face year three alone with no one by my side. I haven't talked to many people since that day. Going on vacation to the beach has been great - those people don't know my hardship, and they never will. 

I want to tell you: my life, my story day by day.

Tomorrow is the big day, the start of Junior Year. I have many expectations for this year. Make states on the Varsity swimming team. Be a damn good rower. Receive a 4.0 GPA. I have the spirit, the motivation, the desire. Come with me on this journey and you might just like it!