PART 1
Okay, imagine this. You're 11 years old, and you're going to high school. You are terrified of almost everything. You don't know what to expect, and everything is just so different from your little old life back in primary school. So, you walk in on your first day, and you go to sit in the auditorium. Waiting. Suddenly a girl sits next to you, and they introduce themselves. You do the same, and for now, everything seems fine, right? No harm done, you've made your first friend! Congrats. You get to your first class, and it all passes in a blur, and then it's lunchtime. You sit opposite a boy you recognise from the previous hour and you two get talking. And you know what, he's the nicest guy you've ever met. He sweet, funny, and doesn't look too bad. So, you harbour a tiny crush on him, and you are determined to get to know him better.
And you do.
After six months you find him at your house, he's there for a group project, but you're heart secretly skips a beat.
After a year you two are considered good friends. He says he has a big secret that he wants to tell you but he isn't ready yet.
After a year and two months, he spills the beans. He's gay. Your crush on him vanishes into thin air. Of course, you're there to support him. He has no-one else. Only you know his deepest darkest secret.
After two years you decide to go to another school. You don't like it, but it's for the best. He decides to go to a different class because he doesn't have any friends without you. (Turns out he does have friends and regrets his choice for a while, but then he makes even more friends.)
After three years you two have forged a fantastic bond, and you start calling each other brother and sister. You tell him everything. Your hopes and dreams, your fears and insecurities. Everything. He does the same, at least that's what you hope he does. He also tells all his/your other friends that he's gay. They all accept him.