Thursday, 23 June 2011
02:08:18 AM (GMT)
The boy laid in his bed. It was around three in the morning. Insomnia had gotten the
best of him again, eighteenth night in a row. He couldn't sleep. His eyes were
bloodshot from crying and insanity. His arms tattooed with scars and scrapes and
scabs and newly coagulated blood. His mind unsettled. He thought about the events
that led to his condition. Six hours before, he was sitting with his best friend at a
sushi bar, laughing it up over some salmon sashimi and some saki maki and some spicy
tuna rolls. After they both had finished chewing their last rolls, the boy got up and
said goodbye. He waved to his friend and began walking out, when his friend called
out to him after a short period of realization.
"Hey. You know, I have to tell you something." His friend walked over with him after
throwing the money on the table.
"Yeah?" The boy replied.
"I uh... remember how... has anyone ever mentioned... I just thought that you should
know... I put a lot of thought and time into this, and I decided that... I'm gay."
The other boy confessed.
"Oh, okay. I sort of figured, but I wasn't postitive." The boy thought of his
girlfriend asking him about this other boy and whether or not he was gay.
"Alright. Try not to let the world know, okay?" The other boy asked nicely.
"Sure thing, bud." He said as they each walked in seperate directions home.
That night, after the boy got home, he broke up with his girlfriend, claiming that he
was afraid he would hurt her. She understood, and they left it at friends. The boy
didn't realize how bad he had screwed up until an hour later, at midnight. He thought
he loved her. But of course, what fifteen year old boy really knows if he loves
someone or not? He shrugged it off, until he realized why he actually broke up with
It was for the other boy.
He had been thinking about it, too, and as the relationship progressed, he realized
he didn't love his girlfriend anymore.
So, the boy got out of bed and ran outside. No shoes, no coat, no shirt. Just him in
his flannel pajama bottoms. He ran nonstop halfway to the other boys house. It was
like the other boy knew he was coming, because in the middle between their houses
stood the other boy. They looked at eachother for a moment, then got closer. The boy
put his hands on the other boys shoulders, leaned in, pulled back to make sure he
wasn't going to miss, then pressed his lips against the other boys. The other boy put
his hands at the boys waist and pulled him in. It began to pour. They continued like
this for a few minutes, then as they both retreated, the boy stole one more before
Meh. Was in a "I wanna write something gay because it's cute, I respect it, and I
have a friend who would either like this or envy the boy in it" sort of mood. Don't
really like the way this came out.