The bell rang, students walking to their desks and he finally turned away leaving me to focus on my classwork. After a while, Chris fell asleep a few times during the day and I would glance over at him still wondering about my feelings towards Chris. But he’s become so obvious that he would catch me off guard like when he brushed his fingers over my arms or lean a little closer to me when he had the chance and I didn’t know how to react. No one has ever touched me this way before and I’d blush from his attention. The day felt so long until the final bell rang and I was making my way out of calls wanting to go home now.While walking out of the school, Chris spotted me so I waited for him so we could walk together when he wrapped his arms around me and I almost pulled away. There was still a group of students making their way out that I wasn’t too sure if we should be seen in a romantic way. I think I was still scared of being messed with as the kids di

The fear rose inside me so I tried to move away from me and I accidentally fell to the floor hurting my wrist when I tried to catch myself. Chris was breathing heavily as he looked down at me before reaching for my arm and I slapped his hand away as I couldn’t look at him.He looked around before reaching out again picking me up. “I’m sorry.” He said as he began to clean my pants.“Don’t,” I mumbled, slapping his hands away and I fixed myself.He left me alone for a long minute before turning to me again. “I’m sorry. I just got really angry and I didn’t mean all that.” He said as he reached out to hold my hand. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”I didn’t say anything but I slowly pulled my hand away.“Come on. We both said a lot of things we didn’t mean.” He said as he pulled me close kissing my cheek from where he hit me. “I’m sorry.&r

Elliot finally went underwater and I watched him from where I sat by the edge. I started thinking back to when I first met Elliot barely two months ago and the school year is close to ending in three months. Maybe Elliot was right about me being different than who I was before when I started school and yet I still don’t see much of a difference in me. I looked at my hands as I reached out to touch the water and wondered when was the last time I'd been disgusted by someone touching me. Luis hugged me yesterday and I didn’t think much of it or Elliot when he held my hand. Maybe I’m not completely cured, but could I finally be better now that I don’t have to be afraid? Did I just not have to think about it when people reach out to me?“Michael.”I looked up and saw Elliot kneeling right in front of me.“I was calling you.” He said.“Sorry,” I said shaking my head a bit to clear my thoughts. “I

I sighed as I leaned back against the headboard. “And about what I said…”“Don’t. If you're going to give me an excuse about what you said then I’ll be mad. I think you said what you said because… you wanted someone to hear you.” He said cutting me off and I tugged a little at the bottom of my shirt. “You can’t take back what you said.”I nodded my head as I looked back at him, “Okay.”“Alright… now let’s get ready.” He said standing up before turning back to me. “You don’t happen to have a spare toothbrush, do you?”I smiled. “Yeah,” I said getting up and going to the restroom to grab it. “Where exactly are we going this time?”Elliot took the toothbrush and walked over to the bathroom sink. “Um, I don’t know.” He said as he started brushing his teeth.“I thought you alway

Elliot followed and he took his turn but I won this time. “What about your dad? What do you miss about him?”Elliot turned to me, surprised by my question before shrugging his shoulders as he continued on playing. “Um, I think just spending time with him. I remembered he used to take me to baseball games when I was young or the time we went to the beach.”“Do you think about him a lot when we go there? Is that why you like going to the pier?” I asked him.Elliot smiled as he hit his ball into the hole. “Yeah, I do. It’s not a bad thing, but it’s just good remembering him that way.”I nod and I sighed as I moved to sit on a bench taking a break. “I wonder about that sometimes. If I had died, would anyone remember me like that or thought about me.” I told him and he moved to sit next to me. “But thinking about it now, I think it would have only hurt my parents. I don’t even