Do you know that feeling? Being so upset you just want to fade into the darkness. Feeling so alone to the point you want to disappear, and wonder if anyone will miss you? This is just one of the many mixed emotions I'm feeling right now.

"Adam, you disappeared. Are you alright?" I heard. I didn't even acknowledge him. Just stayed in the same position I did when Drake ran away. Darren came closer to me.

"Hey if you need to talk bro, I'm here for you," he said.

"Thanks, but I'm fine. I'm just gonna go"

And without saying another word, I left. By the time I got home it was around midnight. I parked my car inside the garage, and went inside my two story house. My parents were asleep so sneaking back into my house so late wasn't so difficult. When I got in my room, I collapsed on my bed. My room is I guess the way you would expect it would look like, being the highschool quarterback. Trophies on shelves, posters of football players. Blue walls. My house was a middle class average. I'm the only child in the house. Laying here on my bed made me realize that I was exhausted, and broken hearted.

Maybe I was getting to fast into it. After all I don't really know too much about him, and he doesn't know too much about me for that matter. But these feelings I have for him are indescribable. I can't get him out of my mind. He just seems so perfect.

My thoughts were interrupted by a buzzing from my pocket. I pulled out my phone and turned on the screen. My mood lifted almost instantly from the text I received. It was from Drake.

'Hey Adam, I'm so sorry for what I did. I shouldn't have kissed you and left like I did. There are things I need to talk to you about. Are you busy right now?'

I clicked away at the touch screen keyboard.

'No, where do you wanna meet?'

Within seconds of sending the message, I felt the vibration from my phone.

'I will come to you,' he responded.

Huh? Come to me? He knows where I live? How? Within blinking time I saw him outside my window in the moonlight. I quickly headed downstairs and out the house. How is it that he's so fast?

"How did you know where I live?" I asked. He looked confused. It seemed like a pretty normal question to me.

"You took me to your house before the party?" He said. Wait? I did? I must have if he said I did. I just don't remember taking him to my house. Huh? I shook off the confusion and tried talking to him.

"Look I'm sorry for kissing you. I don't know what happened to me. I just couldn't help myself. This is kind of hard to admit, but I've actually looked up to you for awhile. Today when you came up to me made my heart beat a mile a minute, I'm so sorry for this I just couldn't help myself-

This time I interrupted him. He did it to me so I thought I would make things even. I embraced him and kissed him very passionately. My insides began to melt. The kiss is like something I've never experienced before.

"I'm sorry, but now we're even. I like you too. It would mean the world to me if I were to be part of your life," I said. He backed up a bit. Tears in his eyes that sparkled in the moonlight.

"Are you asking to be my boyfriend?" he asked. My heart was beating so fast. I've never felt this way toward someone.

"Yes," I replied.

He looked down. His tears flowing from his eyes. The next thing I knew was he hugged me. It was a tight hug too. I hugged him back nevertheless.

"There are things about me I should probably tell you," he said.

I lead him to my front porch. We talked for hours. His life was horrible. Growing up abused and mistreated by his parents. Outcast by his friends most of the time and feeling like he is freak the rest of the time. The way people treated him just made me so angry. But in the middle of him telling a story about when he discovered he was gay, I looked down at the white lettering of shirt and saw a dark red stain. No it can't be. Is that blood?



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