ExperimentingLife
I remember the day, and what I was feeling and thinking when I saw him. He was there and he walked in the school, he had this look on his face. I knew then that I had fallen in love. He wore a crown, and no one but me understood why. He was a king, it gave him confidence. If I knew that moment would have changed my life that everything would change from one boy I'd laugh.
Jack Russell is the last boy people would look at. Ever since he came out gay, he was shuned. People tore up his flower crowns and threw him into lockers. He learned to accept it, he learned a lot actually. Like how his old best friend would never talk to him again, and he understood. Why would the captain of the football team want me as a friend? Especially when you were in love with him. Jack never knew he'd get over his friend. Until the king arrived to town?