My name is Caleb Kant, I’m 17 years old, I’m 5 ’6 with small shoulders, and I have longish brown hair with hazelnut eyes. Maybe another thing you should know is that I’m gay. I knew that I liked guys ever since I was five. I fell in love with Tyler Jackson. We’ve been friends since childhood. He doesn’t know about me being gay though.

Tyler Jackson is 6 ’6, 17 years old, he has big broad shoulders, he even has dirty blonde hair with sideburns, and a mixture between dark green eyes and blue eyes. He has a girlfriend that he’s been dating for three whole months. I absolutely hate her.

It must be morning already with all this light shining through onto my face. I guess I’ll get up. “Honey! Ty is here to pick you up. He’s heading upstairs,” I hear my mom call up to me from downstairs.

Oh shit! I think as I spring up from my bed, tripping over my backpack on the floor, and grabbing one of my big shirts to throw on. Ty lets himself in after knocking on the door before I could even say a word.

“Your room is just as messy as ever, huh?” “Get out dude! I’m not done changing yet,” I softly yell out to him. “Like we don’t shower in the same room after gym class?” “Shut up.” I finally find my clean pair of pants in the mix of my dirty clothes. When I turn around I see Tyler picking up my room.

“You really should take better care of your room. What will you do once you get sick, or fall down and land on your face,” He asks me. “You’ll be there to take care of me,” I answer in a flirting tone. I joke with him like this a lot; although, I actually mean it.

“Aw. I love you too sweetheart, but we gotta get going before Mr. Kel beats us with his ruler again.” “Wouldn’t want that to happen.” I start to chuckle because of Tyler’s statement. I couldn’t help but notice him staring at me in amazement. “What’d I do this time,” I ask. “You have never made that face in front of me before in all the years we’ve known each other.” He reaches his hand up to touch my left cheek.

I unintentionally rub my cheek into his hand that smells of blueberry. “We really should go,” I speak up not wanting his hand to leave my face. Instead he slowly moves his finger tips down the back of my neck, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. After giving me a hug he replies to me, “Yeah, let’s go.”