A Life Like This Chapter 10***Ch. 109th gradeTimothy"You know my mom?"Dare shook his head. He hoisted his backpack, which had been slipping out of place due to the weight, higher on his shoulders."Nah, I said my aunt knows your mom," he corrected.I shuffled my feet on the rough cemented sidewalk and hung my head down, causing my bangs to shift over my eyes."Oh."We were heading to Dare's house; he had invited me to come over afterschool. I didn't know Dare too well, so the situation felt odd. On top of that, I was risking Jake's friendship by getting involved with Dare… Jake obviously didn't approve of him.But Dare appeared to know more about me
Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (3 of 3)“Gabriel, how old are you again?” Stefan asks me from the couch.“Twenty-eight,” I say.“Hm.” He goes back to work on his laptop. “Somehow, I thought you were older than me.”I laugh. "Serious? You're the one who always says how immature I am.""Age isn't always the determinant of maturity," he huffs.I open up the curtains and stare outside at the Paris streets from Stefan's apartment window. I moved to France maybe four years ago with my sister. I thought the center of the fashion world would be a good place to pursue being a hairstylist, since it’s the only thing I’m good for
Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (2 of 3)Fast forward to senior year: I had friends again.The thing about high schoolers was that we were pretty indecisive. Maybe a month or less after I first spoke to Will, the talk about me died down and people started gossiping about other crap: Callahan getting busted for pot and getting sent to juvie, Patrick dating a middle school kid, Greg shamelessly flirting with the US History teacher...We talked about the stupidest shit.After Dave and my "scandal" was out of the spotlight, some of my old friends either forgot the whole ordeal or just didn't care anymore and decided I was decent enough to talk to. Frankly, I think they should've fig
Short Story: I was a Boy, Too (1 of 3)After I came out, some of my friends stopped talking to me.Okay, most of my friends stopped talking to me. Dave was the first to ditch me, putting our little fling behind us. The rest of his friends followed, shunning me from their inner group. But who gives a shit.It was 10th grade, a year after Dave screwed with me and screwed up my social life. I'd grown over summer, played a lot of sports and stuff. Hell, I looked pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. My height increased to 5'9, a pretty good height for my age, and my arms looked stronger from playing basketball with my dad--who I hadn't come out to yet. Didn't think it was the rig
Short Story--Keep Waiting (6 of 6)GabeMy senses felt fuzzy.I could tell my eyes were closed, though; couldn't see a thing. Must've been sleeping.I tried to remember where I was, when something trailed behind my ear and down my neck. Reaching my collar bone, it lifted off of me for a moment, came softly down on my head, and ran through my hair. Softly, gently… then went back down my neck again. And again. It was moving in a circle.Wait, I thought. Is it a something? Or a someone… But I didn't feel like thinking. It felt good, so I kept my eyes closed.I heard singing. A guy's voice. Real faint, though. I could barely hear him. But maybe my head was just too
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