I didn’t have much to respond during the drive, and it took some time to arrive at my house with the evening traffic. Elliot has always been supportive during my progress when I had to select a college in high school, but there are times where I felt like he can’t always be there all the time anymore and everyone else has been busy as well that we haven’t had the chance to see each other. We arrived at my house and I felt myself taking a deep breath deciding to break this silence between us. “I know that this really shouldn’t bother me and I don’t have to push myself to find work, but I just don’t want to let my parents down… I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to take a break from college because that would be like I’m setting myself back and if I don’t work then my dad would think that I can’t handle being an adult.” “Michael, this is about you. Not them. I know you want to make them happy, but if this makes you upset then you are not doing what will make you happy.” Elliot said, r
On Wednesday, I received my test results and it seemed that my score still hasn't been approved as I hoped. I looked down at the card that Lucas gave me, the strange guy with the motorcycle, and I wondered if it was okay to reach out to him. It’s been a while since Luis has contacted me and I also don’t want to bother Elliot with this, but it seems like these tutoring sessions were always helpful for me. I sighed heavily as I pulled out my phone to send him a message, curious to see what he’d say, and I headed to my next class. I looked over my notes once class was over when I saw there was a new message and I checked to see that Lucas was available at the library in three hours.I wasn’t really expecting a quick response and to meet the same day as well. I haven’t seen him since he gave me his number, but maybe taking this chance can help me and even raise my grade. I sent a message to my mom letting her know that I’ll be a bit late going home and informed her about my plans. I only
I glanced at everyone before turning to Andre and asked, “Aside from Genevieve and Eliane, is everyone gay?”“I am gay and I created the group,” Andre answered. “Lucas is bisexual and helped create the support group so without him it wouldn’t be as amazing as it is now. Leo is straight, but he comes with us for free food and tries to get all sorts of people to come to the meeting. I mean, look at his body… Then there are my fabulous ladies that are members, and help interact in the meetings.”“You guys bring sandwiches and I get hungry after working out before I go to the club,” Leo shrugs his shoulders.I looked at them all and asked curiously, “What do you guys do in the club?”“Support group,” Andre retorts.“It depends. We decide on a topic for that day or any type of event we want to hold. Fundraisers to help us attend parades and show that we have a safe place for people to hang out,” Lucas explained, reaching for a notebook from his backpack and then turning to me like he had a
Half of the group were focused on their studies and the others were playing around, trying not to be so loud. Lucas continued to help me out with a few problems once he was done with his own homework and Genevieve even stepped in wanting to be involved. After almost two hours we started making our way out of the library and you can feel the cool evening air. I looked around at everyone as we all walked over to the parking garage and I wondered if they were being kind in inviting me after agreeing that I’d attend their meeting. “Michael, you can come with me in my car,” Lucas said and Andre was beside him. “The girls have their own car and so does Leo. Unless you want to ride with them?” “I don’t know about riding a motorcycle,” I confessed. “It’s fine. I bought my Jeep,” He said, stopping at his trail to wait for me to follow. “Andre is coming with us.” “My car is in the shop,” Andre informed me. “I’m without a car for the whole week and I’ll be Lucas' road-trip buddy.” Lucas gav
I was leaning against Elliot while we were sitting on my bed and I’ve spent the last ten minutes looking at the black gown that I bought at school earlier today. I’m trying to let the thoughts sink in that I will finally be graduating high school within a few days and will be starting college in a few months. Elliot has his arm wrapped around my shoulder as he’s watching me and it seems like he’s trying to read my expression. He’s been home since last week after finishing exams and has been visiting me at my home after school. Elliot put a hand over mine to pull me away from my thoughts and softly kissed the side of my cheeks. I closed my eyes as I remind myself to take a deep breath and lean against his warmth.“Are you okay? Can you tell me what you're thinking?” He asked me.“I’m going to graduate,” I tell him like I’m stating a fact that is unheard of.“You are,” He agreed.I let out a heavy sigh and shifted to face him. “I’m going to graduate,” I repeated.Elliot looked back at h
“Do you want to talk about it?”I ran my fingers over the pillow I’m holding and looked over at Doctor Brown as she was writing in her notebook after I brought up my visit with my dad. I’ve been avoiding it and I felt bad that I promised Elliot that I would talk to her about it and I still feel embarrassed about the way I reacted. I sighed knowing that I had to talk about it and it really wasn’t something that I should be avoiding. I’ve always had a habit of holding in my emotions but it's more that I feel ashamed to react this way. I could only imagine the expression on my mother's face if she knew the things I’ve thought of over the years and the things I’ve done to myself. I couldn’t express myself so easily and maybe it’s better if I didn’t.“I was supposed to talk about what happened that week after it happened,” I informed her and took a deep breath. “I visited my dad and everything seemed fine. We talked, had dinner and I saw my sister, but my dad always finds a way to end the
Stepping out of the hospital, I started making my way towards the bus stop and reached for my phone to remove the silence mode whenever I am in session. Looking over my messages from Luis and Fernando, there was also a message from Lucas sending me information on their meeting for tomorrow, and I wondered if Elliot was still going to come with me. I passed on the reminder to Elliot and stepped inside the bus then took a seat in the back. We really did talk a lot today on various topics and I wasn’t too sure if I discussed it all. I hadn’t planned for her to change my medication, but I will admit that my mood hasn’t been good for a few months now and maybe it is the stress that I’ve been putting myself in. But if my current medication hasn’t been helping me then I have to agree that this change would be helpful for me in the future and I need to learn to not have these sorts of thoughts.After everything that I went through in high school and graduating high school, I wanted to do my b
I thought about the topics that were discussed and it felt like I might have more to say if I was comfortable speaking in front of people. They all seemed to have gone through something like I have and maybe what I went through cannot be related to some of these people in the room; if not, I don’t want to feel pitted. I never wanted anyone to pity me about my past, but maybe it won’t be so bad if I were to slowly open up to them and can have a good relationship like I have with my friends from high school. Luis and I grew closer during our senior year and as promised he was by my side when I wasn’t feeling so well. I've been so grateful for his help and company that I didn't expect from him.I rub my hands over my pants feeling anxious and within a couple of minutes the group meeting finally came to an end. Anyone who stuck around continued their conversation as they hung around the snack table while I went over to Lucas and Andre, who were cleaning up. I helped put the chairs away as