Sound (boyxboy)

Chapter 1 - News

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(Mylo)

It was summertime, in the middle of June, when Mom told me I'd be going to summer camp. No matter how much I begged and pleaded with her, she told me that I needed to spend some time out of the house, which sadly was true. I had not gone anywhere much since summer started, I was a pretty introverted person and didn't have many friends in or even outside of school. I suspected that was another reason Mom wanted to send me to camp. So I could make friends.

"How long?" I whined to her, as she crossed her arms and leaned across the kitchen counter.

"Four weeks." she said simply, and my jaw dropped.

"Four weeks?!" I said surprised, my eyebrows raising.

"Yes," she said sternly "But I can make it until school starts if you keep complaining about it."

I groaned, and flopped onto the couch.

"When does it start?" I mumbled to Mom in an annoyed tone.

"Monday." she replied, turning back to her laptop on the other side of the kitchen. I groaned again in acknowledgement.

"You'll have fun." she assured me, though I was pretty sure I wouldn't. According to everyone at my school, I apparently wasn't a very likable person, even though I was tried so hard to be kind to them.

There was also another reason I didn't want to go, though. A reason I haven't even bothered to tell my mom in the past four years. My dad died when I was very little, so I barely remember him, and I've lived alone with my mother since I was two.

When I was about twelve years old, I had a friend named Adam. Adam and I had been friends since we were born, and were very close. We would hang out almost every day, and whenever we could, one of us would spend the night at the other's house.

Over time, as we grew closer and closer, I started seeing Adam differently. Not just as a friend, but something... more than that. I was afraid to tell Adam of my growing feelings for him, so I kept it to myself, in fear of him becoming disgusted of me, and my mom finding out.

We kept hanging out, but I slowly began to distance myself from him, even as my feelings for him continued to grow. We hung out less and less, and at one point, Adam became confused.

One summer afternoon, Adam came over to my house. I was sitting in my room reading, when I heard the knock on my door. Adam opened it, poking his head in.

"Can we talk?" Adam asked, and I hesitantly nodded my head slowly. Adam made his way over to me, sitting on the edge of my bed, and I closed my book, looking intently at him. He was so cute right then, I found it hard to restrain myself. I kept silent, waiting for him to speak, and when he noticed me staring at him, he did.

"What's with you lately?" He asked slowly, "We don't hang out as much, and... and... I f-feel like, you're avoiding me."

Well, he wasn't wrong about that.

I stayed silent, feeling my face heat up. Adam gave me a strange look, seeing my face redden. Then I felt the tears. Before I could stop them, they started spilling. I didn't know how to tell him. I was so confused and nervous, but I knew that if I didn't tell him now, I'd never be able to tell him. I covered my mouth with my hand, choking out another sob.

"Mylo...?" Adam said, leaning closer to me and reaching his hand out.

"D-don't touch me!" I cried, cringing away from him and retreating to the other end of the bed.