He *was* my everything

He *was* my everything

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I was eight when I saw him first.At that time he was nine when he didn't even noticed.We were kids and we didnt knew about love or relationship,the only thing we knew was making friends or friendship.Days were passing by so fastly and one day he noticed.We became friends.Then,1 year later we became best friends,we shared everything with eachother.We used to meet eachother so much.We used to stay with eachother the whole day.Our moms also knew about our bestfriendship,especially his mom.His mom was very understanding,she used to council him about everything and my mom was its opposite.In my below teen age many grudges happened but she never supported me as she didnt understood anything.My mom used to be so moody.Leaving our mom's apart,we both used to chat,call and meet daily.Then we slowly grew up.When I was 10,I started feeling for him.I didnt know wheather it was love or infactuation but I knew whatever it is,its real.But,it was the biggest mistake of my life. Wanna know how? 2nd part will be published soon :')
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"I think I'm gay." I say, leaving out the part about my... exposing dream about him last night. I watched his expression, waiting for some sign that he was angry. I waited for him to call me a faggot, to curse me off and tell me he never wanted to see me again. Instead, I was greeted with his perfect toothy smile. "That's great man, I'm of proud you." He says, patting my arm as he stuffed another cracker in his mouth. "It takes some real balls to come out to someone." He says, his beautiful green eyes blazing into mine. I felt myself become flustered at his gaze. "Uh, Yeah, Thanks." I stumbled out, "You're not mad?" I ask. His expression turns to hurt as he crinkles his eyebrows. "Why the hell would I be mad?" He asks, hesitating on the crackers and pushing them away. "I just thought-it's just- well... you just always seem so pissed when someone mentions the word gay." I spit out words, scared for his reaction. He sighs, "That doesn't fucking mean I hate gays. Normally when I do that it's because someone's using the word 'gay' to hate on them, it just pisses me off, you know?" He asks, bringing the crackers back into his lap and biting into them. "Plus-" He adds on, "You're my best friend, if anything, you being gay is a blessing. I'll always support you." He says, glancing at me through the side of his eyes. I look away, towards the door to hide the crimson blush that I feel spread over my face. "Thanks." I all but squeak out. And that's the day I realized, I have a faint crush on my best friend. &lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt; THIS BOOK IS BEING *MAJORLY* EDITED. THERES LOTS OF SPELLING MISTAKES AND NAME MIX UPS, SOME CHAPTERS WILL BE REWRITTEN Also, Please don't be mean to the characters, they aren't even close to perfect, but they don't deserve hate.

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