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.


2. Spin The Bottle

Spin The Bottle

I go to a party with Caroline. I go hang out with Noah and she hangs out with her friends. Aaron runs up to up.

"Dude come one we're playing spin the bottle, let's play!" Aaron yells.

"No we sh-" I start to say.

"Come on what's the worse that could happen?" Noah says.

"Okay fine." I say. We sit down.

"Okay, Michel's turn." Brett yells. He spins the bottle, I sweat a little wondering who it's going to land on. Soon it slowed to a stop, on Noah. Noah looks down and back up at me.

"The bottle has spoken!" Gavin yells.

"You two need to go into the closet now and kiss." Brett pulls me up and Aaron pushes me in the closet. Then Gavin pulls up Noah a girl pushes him in.

"Too bad Michel was cute." A girl says.

"Hey." My heart is beating faster, I wanted to kiss him so bad.

"Hi?" Noah says.

"Less talking more kissing. Unless you want to sit there for seven minutes not doing anything."

"I'd rather do that then look gay!" Noah yells. Once again my heart drops so far I think it's in my toes.

"Sucks you two have to kiss." Aaron yells. We look at each other, then he kisses me. Oh my gosh I think my heart jumped back into it's normal spot. We stop. No tongue, okay then.

Caroline opens the closet door.

"You guys were going to make my boyfriend kiss another boy, thank god he didn't." She pulls me out.

"L-let's go." I say. She nods. We walk out the door.

"That was awesome." I say walking her home. We hold hands pretending we're dating.


"We kissed." She stops walking.

"Wait, you kissed a homophobic boy. That's just wrong." She says.

"No he kissed me." She looks at me in shock.

"Noah Greyson?" She asks.


"Tongue?" She asks.

"No." I say. She kisses my cheek as if we just had a romantic talk. We start walking again.

"Then he's not gay. The pressure was getting to him."

"Or he's wanted to but he's been too scared and was worried I'm not gay so he wanted it to sound like that."

"Michel, he's a homophobic teenager. I'm more then certain he just did it because of pressure brought on him. I would've kissed a boy if that happened. I'm sorry it's the truth. Now fake kiss me goodnight." We start fake kissing and her dad opened the door.

"Okay don't be getting my daughter pregnant." He says puling her inside.

"Don't need to worry about that, we're not doing anything like that."

"Why are you gay?"

"No sir I wouldn't have been kissing your daughter like that if I was."

"Well then why don't you want to do anything like that with her? She's a pretty girl. Do you think my daughter isn't pretty?" He asks.

"Not at all sir I just respect her. I have to go." He slams the door in my face. I walk away with my hands shoved in my pocket.

I will not forget the feeling of his lips on mine. I walk into my house.

"Hey mom." I say.

"Hey did you have fun?" She asks.

"Yeah a lot of fun." I answer.

"Not too much though right?" She asks.

"Not at all." I answer. I go into my room. I go under my bed and I pull out a magazine I keep hidden, it's not a bad magazine if that's what you thinking.

It's a bridal magazine, yeah I'm that kinda gay.

I start flipping through the pages.

"Girl that is not a good color for a dress." I whisper looking at a dress, the dress was a nasty shade of brown.

My mom walks in and I put it under the blanket fast.

"What are you looking at?" She asks.

"Why are you in here?" I ask.

"I was going to tell you Noah is here to see you. Now what are you looking at that you don't want me to see."

"What is he here for?" I ask.

"I don't know what are you looking at?" She pulls out the magazine ripping some of the pages.

"Michel, is this my bridal magazine I've been looking for?" She asks.

"Yeah..." She knows now, "Mom I'm g-"

"You're proposing aren't you?!" She asks. I shrug.

"You got me." I say.

"Well you're too young. Now go downstairs Noah is waiting outside and it's cold." I run downstairs I really wanted to get out of that room. I open the door.

"Can you come outside?" Noah asks, "I don't want anyone to hear this." I walk outside. I give him my coat but he takes it off.

"It's cold keep it on." I whisper. I go to put it back on but he grabs it and throws it on the ground.

"No I'm not taking a coat from another dude that's gay!" He yells. I nod.

"Okay why are you here?" I ask. I can't tell if I'm sad or if I'm angry.

"That kiss," He pushes his hair back in stress, "I'm sorry if you're in the closet but I'm guessing your not but when we were kissing we were pressed against each other and I felt how fast your heart beat was. If you're gay I just need to tell you right now that, the kiss, it didn't mean anything at all." I'm holding back all my tears.

"Well your heartbeat was fast." I say.

"Not at all as fast as yours." He says. I nod.

"The kiss didn't mean anything to me either." I whisper.

"Okay." He picks up his coat and he throws it at me, "I'm not going to tell anyone we kissed, but if you do, I'll have to tell everyone that you're in the closet and you kissed me!" He walks away.

"Bye." I whisper. I walk into my room. I take all the love letters I wrote for him but I was too scared to send them, and I ripped them all. Almost all were covered in my tears.

I felt like my heart had just gotten ripped out of me. I wipe my tears and I whisper over and over to myself, "It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay."

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