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.


4. I'm Done!

I'm Done!

I walk up to Noah after church.

"Dude why were you tuning him out?" I ask.

"What are you talking about?" Noah asks kicking some dirt in the air.

"No guy is listening in church and texting. You know what tuning out means in church?" I ask.

"Okay I wasn't listening so what?" He asks. I stand in front of him.

"You know what." I say.

"You wanna know what I was texting?" He asks.

"What?" I ask.

"I was sending sexy texts to Caroline, and does that girl know how t-" I punch him in face so hard he falls to the ground. I love her, as a friend because you know I'm far from straight. I'm sick of him talking to her and talking about her like that! She not that kinda girl.

I kick him. He grabs my legs and pulls me down. We start rolling on the ground punching each other.

He punches me. I roll over on the ground.

He sits on me while I'm on my back to make sure I don't stand up, then he pins my arms down to make sure I don't try to hit him, wow this would look really awkward if anyone walks outside.

We stayed there, breathing heavy, then he kisses me, but this time it was more aggressive and he used tongue. We stop kissing.

He curses under his breath then he stands up and runs away. I lay there out of breath. Caroline walks outside. She runs up to me.

"Baby are you okay?" She asks pulling out a clean-ex to wipe up some of the blood. I stand up.

"He kissed me." I whisper still in shock.

"Let's go to the car." She suggests. We get into my car. I turn on the car and the heat, darn Ohio autumn.

"What?" She asks, I can still see her breath.

"He started saying you and him were sending sexy texts." I pause still trying to process what just happened.

"What, yuck." She says.

"Then I punched him in the face, I kicked him and he pulled me to the ground by my foot. We started fighting then he pinned me in a very awkward way." Her face tightens, "Then he kissed me." I say.

"Tongue?" She asks.

"Yeah, a little too much I think." She smiles and gives me a hug.

"That's good." She says smiling.

I then remember the last part with him running away, "No it's not..." I whisper. Then I start driving.

"What are you talking about? That's what you wanted." She says.

"No he had a car, why didn't he get in it?" I keep driving. I see him. I stop the car.

"Get in." Caroline says smiling.

"I remember the last time you told me that." He says winking. Caroline looks disgusted.

"Why didn't you get in your car?" I ask.

"I saw some fags kissing on it, going to sell it." Noah says pulling out a cigarette. He pulls out his lighter and he lights it and starts smoking.

"Yeah, I understand. Why do boys and girls do that?" Caroline says hoping he didn't mean it the way it sounded.

"No it was two lesbos. People like that disgust me you know." Noah says blowing out some smoke.

"Gays?" I ask.

"I like to call them nasty people who shouldn't be living." He says. I grab Caroline's hand. Not for faking our relationship, because I needed a friend. Tears started filling my eyes slowly. She looks at me and squeezes my hand.

I shake off the sadness. I look in the mirror, I see Noah looking stressed and pushing his hair back in stress.

I drop him off at his house.

"I'll walk you in." I say getting out of the car with Noah.

He stands at the door.

"You better not tell anyone." He says through his gritted teeth.

"I won't. Listen, I-"

"Gay I know you keep kissing me." He walks into his house and slams the door behind him.

Noah's POV

I walk into the house. I lean against the door and I slide down the door. My dad walks into the room.

"Hey what did you guys talk about at church ?" Dad asks.

"Being a homo." My dad chuckles.

"Did he tell you what I've always taught you?" My dad asks.

"Not with as many offensive words in it." I say.

"You know what would just break my heart more than your mom dying?" My dad asks me.

"What?" I ask.

"Raising a gay son." He messes up my hair, "Good thing you're not." He stands up and walks away.

I run into my room and I start crying.

I'm gay. I can't let anyone know, it would disappoint my dad.

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