***************************Allens POV********************************
When I was five years old, I was bullied quite a lot. For what, I'm not quite sure. Maybe everyone else knew I was gay before I did. But that doesn't matter, what does matter is that Allen would always come save me. That's how we became friends. After each bully he would beat up for me, we would always go to my house for ice cream. I use to mistake this feeling for him as admiration, but now it is clear as day, I love him.
Enough of the mushy stuff, it's time to get back on track. Back into the past of us.
Eventually Peter became popular, but he never forgot about me. On his seventh birthday he got the entire class to go to his party, the entire class! I was lucky if five came, and of course, Peter was always there. He got every girl he wanted, no one denied him, because there is absolutely no reason not too. He's perfect. In sixth grade he started bringing around...se-..inappropriate magazines. He would always ask me what my type was, and looking at him, I couldn't help but blush. In return I'd always ask what his type was, and he'd always say a small, flat chested, curly haired girl. Him saying that always gave me hope, until he said girl that was. I am small, with no breast so basically fat chested, and I have short curly hair. The only thing I don't check on his list is being a girl. But god, how I've dreamt of being one. NOT LIKE A GIRL GIRL...not that there's anything wrong with being one, I just want to be what Peter wants.
In seventh grade he started joining almost any athletic club he could, while I joined theatre and band. That is when we started to get a separated a little bit, we were both always busy with rehearsals. But we would still walk to school together when we could, we would give each other our schedules so we could know when a good day was to hang out. We were still close, and I am really hoping it stays that way in high school.
I'll be joining marching band and he will be on the football team, so maybe we'll see each other more. Idk, he seemed kind of distant in eighth grade. Maybe he found I'm gay! my life is OVER if he did.
Yeah, I haven't told him yet. I planned to in ninth grade because I-... well I just thought-.....yeah ok I have no real answer, but I really do plan to tell him! There just hasn't been good time. But if he found out I'm gay, then I'm fucked!
*********************Peters POV******************************
When I was five year old, I saw a kid get bullied. I never understood bullies, what was the point? Does it really matter if someone is different? When the person getting bullied looked up, with her tears streaming down her face, my heart stopped. I immediately punched the bullies to save the beautiful damsel in distress, only to find out that damsel was, a guy. I didn't believe him at first, so I kept rescuing him until I was 100% sure. We would go to his house and eat ice cream and I took this opportunity to look in his room. There was nothing girly about it, but nothing boyish about it either. All he really had in his room was some theatre posters, a baritone, a desk, and a bed. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Eventually I just had to accepted that he was a boy. Who is now my best friend, Allen.
Allen eventually became kind of a loner, not many friends besides me. So, I always stayed with him. On his seventh birthday, only five kids from or class came, including me! Allen never seemed interested in anyone, romantically that is. I started dating in hopes that he would be comfortable with the thought of dating too. But no success with that. And so, in sixth grade I decided to take it a step further. I decided to show him sex magazines. It's not that I wanted him to get a girlfriend, I just felt bad for the dude. So I thought that if I found out his type, I could hook him up. But I never found out his type. Every time I would ask, he would just look at me and blush. This was not going to be easy. Everything I had tried never worked, so I thought maybe he spends too much time with me and hasn't had the time to look at girls. So I decided to make some space between us.
In seventh grade, I joined as may athletic clubs as I could because I was sure he would pick theatre and band. Maybe he'd find a girl his type with his type of people. But yet again, my plan failed. All it did was separate us more, which I honestly didn't mind. I got to make new friends. I gained new hobbies. Hanging around him eventually became kind of boring, I always knew where he was and what he was doing. There was nothing new. So, I decided on a new plan, but this time for my own benefit instead of his. I was going to keep the distance between us.
I'll be joining the football team in high school. No doubt he'll join marching band, meaning we'll probably see more of each other. But maybe since we'll both have practice we won't. Idk, I don't want to hurt his feelings by telling him I no longer want to hang out with him. But at the same time, I don't want to hang out with him.
Anyways, we'll see how this school year goes. I'll try to just gradually decrease our time together. I just hope he doesn't cry once we stop hanging out. Because against that face, I'm fucked.