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First attempt at a yaoi story =o |
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Partly inspired (but based in no way) on Junjou Romantica <333
(Yes, the name Jasper is based on my RP experiences. I like the name heart )
Enjoy!!!
Don't flame <3
My name is Jasper. I hate my last name, so I’m not going to tell you.
I am NOT gay.
At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself for the past three months. Three months ago, I fell for someone. Friend of a friend, though I hardly knew the person myself. It took awhile before I realized what the feeling was, why I ran away every time I heard that name. Why should just a collection of letters put together that made my heart hammer in my chest? At first, I thought it was hatred; an easy mistake. Both are derived from passion, except one is negative. But then I realized something terrifying: I was in love.
With another boy.
Please don’t put the book down yet! Please, hear me out. I know people tend to cringe and avoid anything like this, anything homosexual. Trust me, it’s not like that. Hell, I’m still in denial. I still think I’m straight. I like girls, have slept with girls, and it was great. Gays don’t like girls, right? That’s what my gay friends tell me, anyway. I don’t like any other guys, just this one. So I’m not gay! I’m just... in love.
I’m not writing this for silly fangirls who think gay guys or hot, or for the unique spin-off to sell a book, or even for a fun, new type of romance. It’s not like that at all. It’s about me, and my story, and that love is just what it is, and no one can stop that. So please, if you think you can handle it... I want my story heard. I promise, nothing gory.
I’ve been called a lot of things in life. Emo, punk, skater, goth, conformist; whatever. I don’t care. I don’t label. I dress the way I want, and it just so happens I like black. Lots of black. And eyeliner. And I like my hair to cover part of my face. Is that so wrong? I have friends who are preppy, friends who are goth-ier than me, and total nerds who can speak perfect Klingon. And brag about it. I know all about labels, I’ve heard them all my life. But one label has been thrown at me a lot lately, and I really don’t know how to handle it:
“f**.”
I mean, how am I supposed to respond to that? It’s not like I can deny it... everyone in school saw the “incident” (we’ll get to that later). And accept it? That would make things even worse. Hell, if it weren’t for Alecks and his “connections”, I probably would have been killed that next week. Alecksander... I love writing his name. My fingers still tremble thinking about what he did for me... But enough about that. I bet you want to know where all this began, right?
Like most eventful memories of a teenager, it happened at a party.
It was the first time I met Alecksander.
heart heart
 Haruko-chan · Fri May 23, 2008 @ 03:54am · 0 Comments |
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