Confessions (PART 1)
So. How am I supposed to start this? Um… My name is Ian Hecox. I’m 17 years old, graduating from high school in 4 months, and I’m openly gay. That wasn’t so hard, was it? Well, it can be, sometimes. It was pretty tough telling my parents. But they’re cool with it. Too cool, I think.
So, my English teacher gave us a small assignment. He said to write down stuff in a journal. We’re supposed to just write down what happened to us each day. I guess it’s sort of like a diary? So, here I go. I’m supposed to provide background information, right? Umm… Ok… well, in school, I get bullied A LOT for my sexuality. Especially by this guy, Anthony, and his posse. They always run me down, call me a fag, queer, etc. You know the names.
I used to hate Anthony. Until a few days ago, I thought I was all alone in the change room after gym, until someone spun me around and slammed me against the lockers, knocking my breath out. I only saw huge chocolate eyes in my face. I took me a moment to realize who it was. Anthony. A second later, his lips were pressed against mine, kissing me deeply. I got to say, I kissed back. And I really enjoyed it. Anthony suddenly pulled away a few moments later.
“If you tell anyone, I’ll rip your balls off,” He whispered in my ear, and ran out of the change room, leaving me dumbstruck.
Anthony Padilla, the hottest boy (and straightest) in school, kissed me. Full on the mouth. I wish that I had someone to text at that moment. But I have no friends, since I’m so socially awkward.
I continued on the rest of the day, like nothing had happened. Even though my heart skipped a beat whenever I saw him in the hallways, or whenever someone mentioned him. With his beautiful hair, straightened, and smooth. His laugh echoing through the school, his smile radiating warmth. OK. I need to chill out.
For the next couple of days, he completely ignored me. I hoped that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Until, he followed me home today. I was walking down my empty street, when someone grabbed me from behind. I jumped, hitting whoever it was in the face.
“OW!” I heard a voice scream. I turned around to see Anthony holding his nose.
“Sorry. I didn’t know it was you,” I mumbled, embarrassed by my actions.
“It’s ok,” He mumbled back, stepping closer to me. He was significantly taller than me. “Listen, about the change room incident…”
“Yeah, that,” I blushed, leaning my head down. He quickly pushed it back up with his hand, staring at me straight in the eyes.
“I want that to continue,” Anthony smiled, stroking my cheek.
“Seriously!?” I asked, surprised. I thought that this was going in a TOTALLY different direction.
“Yeah. I think you’re really cute,”
“But I thought you hate fags?”
“That’s just a cover. I don’t want to ruin my reputation.” He paused for a moment, “OH! And no one can know about this. NO ONE. Understand?” Anthony demanded, pulling his hand away.
“Got it…” I mumbled, not moving my gaze away from his gorgeous eyes.
“Can we go somewhere?” He whispered, checking around him. Probably to see if anyone of his ‘pals’ were there.
“My house is empty. My parents are in Hawaii,” Why did I have to suggest my house?
“Perfect,” He smiled, taking my hand. We quickly ran over to my house, and threw our backpacks onto the floor.
He slowly moved to stand in front of me.
“You have beautiful eyes, Ian,” He whispered, placing his hands on the sides of my face.
I could feel my face and ears reddening. Here, standing in front of me, was a beautiful man, who liked me too. Well, I think I more than liked him. I would daze off in class, and realize I was writing his name enthralled in hearts all over my papers.
I snapped back to reality. Anthony slowly leaned in, cocking his head to this side. He gently pressed his lips onto mine. Now, I could truly feel the kiss. His lips tasted like mint gum and cotton candy, and they were soft as clouds. I closed my eyes, and felt us go deeper into the kiss. His warm hands left my face, leaving it feeling cold and empty. They travelled down my side, stopping at my hips. Quickly, his arms wrapped around me, pulling my chest against his. I wrapped my short arms around his bent neck, holding him to me. Good god, he smelled good. His kiss got deeper, forcing my mouth open, pushing his tongue through. We full on made out, in the middle of my living room. I never wanted that moment to end.
After our VERY long make out session, Anthony pulled me onto the couch, holding my hand.
“You know, Ian. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” He blushed, his dark swoop covering his eye. I reached over and pulled it back, revealing his godly face.
“I feel the same,” I whispered back. And I was telling the truth. I loved Anthony Padilla.
“I think I…” He hesitated for a moment, lost in thought, “I think I like like you,”
I paused, contemplating his confession. I guess he wasn’t ready for love yet. But I sure was ready for like like. “I like like you too,” I smiled at him, flashing my teeth.
He leaned over and kissed me again.
I had a feeling that this was going to be great.
So, my English teacher gave us a small assignment. He said to write down stuff in a journal. We’re supposed to just write down what happened to us each day. I guess it’s sort of like a diary? So, here I go. I’m supposed to provide background information, right? Umm… Ok… well, in school, I get bullied A LOT for my sexuality. Especially by this guy, Anthony, and his posse. They always run me down, call me a fag, queer, etc. You know the names.
I used to hate Anthony. Until a few days ago, I thought I was all alone in the change room after gym, until someone spun me around and slammed me against the lockers, knocking my breath out. I only saw huge chocolate eyes in my face. I took me a moment to realize who it was. Anthony. A second later, his lips were pressed against mine, kissing me deeply. I got to say, I kissed back. And I really enjoyed it. Anthony suddenly pulled away a few moments later.
“If you tell anyone, I’ll rip your balls off,” He whispered in my ear, and ran out of the change room, leaving me dumbstruck.
Anthony Padilla, the hottest boy (and straightest) in school, kissed me. Full on the mouth. I wish that I had someone to text at that moment. But I have no friends, since I’m so socially awkward.
I continued on the rest of the day, like nothing had happened. Even though my heart skipped a beat whenever I saw him in the hallways, or whenever someone mentioned him. With his beautiful hair, straightened, and smooth. His laugh echoing through the school, his smile radiating warmth. OK. I need to chill out.
For the next couple of days, he completely ignored me. I hoped that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Until, he followed me home today. I was walking down my empty street, when someone grabbed me from behind. I jumped, hitting whoever it was in the face.
“OW!” I heard a voice scream. I turned around to see Anthony holding his nose.
“Sorry. I didn’t know it was you,” I mumbled, embarrassed by my actions.
“It’s ok,” He mumbled back, stepping closer to me. He was significantly taller than me. “Listen, about the change room incident…”
“Yeah, that,” I blushed, leaning my head down. He quickly pushed it back up with his hand, staring at me straight in the eyes.
“I want that to continue,” Anthony smiled, stroking my cheek.
“Seriously!?” I asked, surprised. I thought that this was going in a TOTALLY different direction.
“Yeah. I think you’re really cute,”
“But I thought you hate fags?”
“That’s just a cover. I don’t want to ruin my reputation.” He paused for a moment, “OH! And no one can know about this. NO ONE. Understand?” Anthony demanded, pulling his hand away.
“Got it…” I mumbled, not moving my gaze away from his gorgeous eyes.
“Can we go somewhere?” He whispered, checking around him. Probably to see if anyone of his ‘pals’ were there.
“My house is empty. My parents are in Hawaii,” Why did I have to suggest my house?
“Perfect,” He smiled, taking my hand. We quickly ran over to my house, and threw our backpacks onto the floor.
He slowly moved to stand in front of me.
“You have beautiful eyes, Ian,” He whispered, placing his hands on the sides of my face.
I could feel my face and ears reddening. Here, standing in front of me, was a beautiful man, who liked me too. Well, I think I more than liked him. I would daze off in class, and realize I was writing his name enthralled in hearts all over my papers.
I snapped back to reality. Anthony slowly leaned in, cocking his head to this side. He gently pressed his lips onto mine. Now, I could truly feel the kiss. His lips tasted like mint gum and cotton candy, and they were soft as clouds. I closed my eyes, and felt us go deeper into the kiss. His warm hands left my face, leaving it feeling cold and empty. They travelled down my side, stopping at my hips. Quickly, his arms wrapped around me, pulling my chest against his. I wrapped my short arms around his bent neck, holding him to me. Good god, he smelled good. His kiss got deeper, forcing my mouth open, pushing his tongue through. We full on made out, in the middle of my living room. I never wanted that moment to end.
After our VERY long make out session, Anthony pulled me onto the couch, holding my hand.
“You know, Ian. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before,” He blushed, his dark swoop covering his eye. I reached over and pulled it back, revealing his godly face.
“I feel the same,” I whispered back. And I was telling the truth. I loved Anthony Padilla.
“I think I…” He hesitated for a moment, lost in thought, “I think I like like you,”
I paused, contemplating his confession. I guess he wasn’t ready for love yet. But I sure was ready for like like. “I like like you too,” I smiled at him, flashing my teeth.
He leaned over and kissed me again.
I had a feeling that this was going to be great.