|𝟑𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃|
In this touching coming of age drama, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 goes through life in search of answers that no one can supply him with. When he discovers the source of his pain and the seemingly obvious remedy, he decides to end his own l...
Dean was a friend. That's what you'd always told me. A close friend that you'd known since seventh grade football.
Dean was a friend just like Oscar was mine. Meaning what happened in our rooms, always stayed in our rooms.
Friends with guilty secrets never manage to keep them. Oscar and I had been proof of that. Someone always walks in. Someone always sees what was never intended to be seen.
It had happened in May after our AP exams. We were exhausted after spending hours studying for the perfect mark. We deserved to go wild. We deserved to run free and eat anything in sight. So that's what we did after we finished spending half the day testing away.
School dismissed AP seniors at 12:30 pm and we were all free. In groups we carpooled with stolen beer and vodka. Racing over to the lake we usually partied at. The music never stopped blaring even after the sun had finally fallen. Bonfires popped up everywhere and the dancing continued.
I lost you in the crowd of intoxicated teens. I didn't worry. Although, I should have. But I got lost in the mingling of people.
I wasn't there when you and Dean snuck away. I wasn't there when you found a spot you thought was safe. I wasn't there when you two kissed. I wasn't there when Phoebe searched for you. I wasn't there when Gabe found you two. I wasn't there when the homophobe took a picture. I wasn't there to see your oblivious state.
But I was there when on the shore, I opened up my Snapchat like the dozens of people around me, to see Gabe's new story. I was there when people gasped and murmured, Isn't that Blake? Or, I thought he was dating Phoebe? Oh my God, what a cheater! I was there when the story spread like wildfire. I was there when the screenshots were taken. I was there to see Phoebe's heart shatter at the sight of her cheating boyfriend. I was there to see Dove's pale face as all eye's fell to her. I was there when you two returned, unaware of what had transpired.
And I was there to take you both away, driving drunk in the night, before the homophobes and the locusts could descend.
It wasn't a good decision.
All I'd done was put the problem off for another time. But it was the best I could come up with.
When we crashed in my room that night, I prayed that this would all blow over eventually.
My prayers were not heard.
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