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.


16. Mistakes Were Made... (Part Two)

Mistakes Were Made... (Part Two)

I lay there shocked.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Michel don't you understand!? This is fate. They brought us to the same bar! It got us in the same bed! I'm meant for you and you're meant for me!" She went to kiss me but I push her away.

"You're acting nuts!" I yell.

"Love can make you crazy." She whispers.

"I'm gay, you're lesbian." I point out.

"No you're straight and so am I." I say.

"No you're lesbian and I'm gay." I say.

"You still believe I'm lesbian." She whispers sexually in my ear, "And you still think you're gay." She whispers.

I felt her hand run down my abs. I know what she's doing.

"Stop!" I yell, "I'm not doing that with you I'm gay!" I yell.

"Noah is! Not you." She says.

"I'm very gay!" I yell.

She kisses me. Like full out kiss, like how Noah and I kissed. I didn't kiss her back, but I smiled imagining she was Noah.

She stopped kissing me.

I feel like playing with her the way she's playing with me.

I stare into her ocean blue eyes.

I tuck her hair behind her ear. I move close to her and I go to her ear. She bites her lip, "I'm still gay and you can't change that." I whisper in her ear.

I stand up and I walk out of the room.

I call Noah.

No answer.

I go outside and I run to my house.

"Dang it..." I whisper as I look and I see his car and all his stuff gone.

I go back outside in the hot summer sun, and I run. I sprint as fast as I can.

I guess the heat got to me because I passed out on the sidewalk.

A few hours later I wake up.

I wake up cooled off and dry.

I turn my head and I see a man sitting beside me.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"Come on stop messing around. I know you hit your head pretty hard but not that bad." I put my hand on my throat.

"Why is my voice so scratchy?" I ask.

"Michel, it's been almost all year." The man says.

He looked about my age.

"How would you know?" I ask.

"Um, because I helped you when you couldn't talk. It's kinda my fault..." He says.

"How, we've never met?" I grab my throat in pain, he must've hit me or something because it hurts to talk.

"We dated..." He whispers.

"No we didn't I'm straight and I'm dating Caroline." I say.

"Michel! No you aren't! We broke up yesterday, I'm Noah!" He yells.

"Doctor, why is this strange boy in here? I don't know him and he's coming in here saying I'm out of the closet, not saying I was ever in the closet, we dated and he punched me in my throat causing it to hurt like a b-" I start.

"Actually you hit yourself..." 'Noah' pointed out.

"What kinda idiot would do that!?" I yell. I grab my throat again in pain.

"An idiot that was trying to kill himself." He whispers.

"I'm going to let you two talk this out..." The doctor says, "Oh and you have memory loss. What he's saying is true." He walks out.

"Okay, Noah, I punched myself trying to kill myself?" I ask.

"Yes." He answers.

"I'm out of the closet...?" I ask.

"Yes." He says.

"So it's okay for me to say you're sexy?" I say.

"Yeah." He said winking.

"Okay... You're as sexy as he-" I start but I stop as I see my mom walk in.

"Hey mom." I say.

"Hey sweetie, the doctor told me what's going on." She whispers.

"So do you remember me?" Noah asks. I look at him long and hard. I was trying to connect some dots about who this kid is.

"No..." I whisper.   He goes to grab my hand but I pull away fast. He stands up and walks out I'm guessing in anger.

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