Same Love *Complete*

*Complete* Michel is a 16 year old boy, who is different from the rest. He goes to school and starts to have feeling for his best friend, who is a boy. He choices to not ever act on those feelings, but how long can he act like he has nothing different about him.


10. Home


I come home, still alive. My dad comes out.

"Can I please die?" I ask my mom. It hurts so much to talk.

"Do not talk." My dad says.

"Do not tell me-" I'm out of breath. I'm sweating, "What to do." I say.

"We need to talk." My mom says. She gives me a piece of paper and a pen.

"Really?" I ask. My voice is getting more scratchy.

"Yeah this is how you'll be talking, unless you want to go to your room.

I write on the paper and I give it to my mom.

"Good I can try to kill myself in there." She reads aloud, she looks at me, I shrug.

"I want to die." I say.

"Stop talking!" She yells. She doesn't yell much but when she does, it's scary. I nod.

"Did you hit your throat on purpose." I look at her. Then I write down no.

"Okay, no. Then how?" She asks.

I write down that I hit myself ripping a shirt. She nods.

"Okay. Were you trying to kill yourself?"

"Oh my god no! Stop asking that!" I yell. I grab my throat in pain.

"Stop that!" Noah yells. He walks in.

"Did you d-" He covers my mouth.

"Yes I told okay? Now stop talking for god sake!" He yells.

I grab my paper and I write down, Really?

"Yes I did you know why? Because I would die if you didn't try your hardest to get better." Noah says. I give him a hug.

I write down, What about your dad? He looks at it.

"That's what I came to talk about... My dad kicked me out and said I can no longer be his son." He whispers.

"You can stay with us, you can share a room with Michel." My mom says, I'm okay with that idea.

"Oh I can't. I'll just stay with my aunt." He says.

"I insist." My dad says.

"Dad you don'-" Noah covered my mouth.

"Stop talking." He says. I nod. His hand smelled good... Is that weird...

"I'll try it out." Noah says. I smile, good.

I go into my room and Noah follows me into my room. I sit on my bed, they haven't cleaned up my room, at all. The blood was still all over the ripped shirts and scarves were all over the mirror was broken, everything was the same. Noah's eyes teared up.

"Wow..." He whispers. I stand back up and I start to clean up some glass. He starts to help me. I pick up a ripped scarf and a few shirts and I throw them away. I pick up my magazines and I put them on my dresser. I take a picture of Kellin Quinn and I hang it over the hole. I pick up my laptop... It's fine.

"You were really upset." He says.

"Because of you." I say under my breath. I can't explain how painful it is to breath and to talk. Talking hurts the most. I was told if I kept talking so much I could go mute. I'm going to stop right now.

"You're eyes are really beautiful today Michel." Noah says cleaning up the last few things off the floor. I nod.

I grab a wet rag and I start wiping the blood. He shakes his head then sits beside me.

"You can't do it like that, you are not doing it hard enough." He puts his hand on mine and starts scrubbing it with me. We got it off. He looks up into my eyes, "That's how you clean." He whispers. We move in closer, right before our lips touch I pull away.

I shake my head. He nods in agreement.

I start cleaning the rest of the blood the way he told me to. I had to use bleach soon to get the really tough stains.

That night we were in my room. We were writing notes back in fourth. He gets off his air mattress and lays beside me.

"I just want to be by your side..." He whispers. I nod. Then I kiss him. He roll on top of me.

"Wait should we do this?" I ask.

"You're voice is getting better and if you want to." We start kissing then he starts to unbutton my shirt.

We hear someone start to walk up the stairs, I'm the only room up here. He stands up and goes over to his bed. My dad opens the door.

"Michel why is your shirt half unbuttoned and pretty much ripped off of you?" He asks.

I write down on a paper saying that my shirt was itchy so I was changing. He nods when he reads it.

"Just don't do anything inappropriate you two." My dad says shutting the door. He doesn't have any say in my life anyways. When he goes back downstairs Noah lays back beside me.

"You're a good kisser Michel." Noah whispers.

I point at him then I hold up two fingers.

He moves his hands a lot. I look at him confused.

"It's sign language, you want to know what I said?" I nod.

"I said," He grabs my hands, "I love you so so so much." He whispers smiling.

"No you didn't." I whisper.

"Okay I said steak and gravy tastes good." I nod that makes better sense.

I rest my head on his chest. He starts to fall asleep and I shake him. He loos at me and kisses the top of my head.

"I'm going to bed Michel." He whispers. I nod. He lays down and soon we both fall asleep.

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