Endless

Sam (Sam's POV)

Ever since I could remember, I only had one friend whose name was Alec. We always hung out together and sometimes we'd even get into loads of trouble. Alec had short and spikey blonde hair and deep blue eyes. I remember the first time we met. It was my first day at Pre-K, and I was super shy around the other kids, that is, until, I saw some older kids picking on another Pre-K kid. I recognized him as the weird kid in my class. The older kids would push him down and call him names. I remember getting so mad at them and then hitting one of them.
"Get away from him," I growled at the older kid, "now."
"Woah, settle down little dude," the older guy tried patting my head, but I pushed it away, "we were just-"
"N-no," the kid got up and brushed dirt off of him, "h-he's r-right s-stop."
" 'S-s-s-stop' he says." The older guy laughed with his buddies. I felt my hands clench into a fist.
"You really think it's funny to laugh at people with a stuttering problem?" An adult's voice came from behind the kid and I.
"N-no, ma'am!" The older kid stuttered a bit.
"You three," she guestured to the older kids, "principals office, now." They followed her and disappeared into the school
"T-thank y-you." He smiled. He really did have a stuttering problem.
"You're welcome." I said looking at the ground.
"W-would y-you l-like t-to b-be f-friends?" He asked quitely.
"Sure." I looked at him and smiled. From then on we've been best friends, but something happened when we entered Johnson's Middle School. I started seeing Alec in another way. I didn't know in what way at the time, but when every time we locked eyes, I'd always have to look away. Alec, of course, never noticed this, he was always talking about girls and stuff. I hated when he did, but I still didn't know why at the time.

"T-this is g-going to b-be a g-great year!" Alec had said as we entered our sixth grade homeroom class.
"Yeah it is!" I remember sneaking a quick glance at him. Alec was getting better with his speech at this time that I almost forgot he even had a problem.
"J-just think a-about all t-the girls!" Alec had sounded so determined then. I fell silent as he went on talking about all the different girls there was, but it seemed that he was more into Ginger hair people than most.
The whole Middle School year went on like that until our eighth grade year when we got transferred to an all boys school called Charles Academy. It was at this time when I found out that my sexuality defined me. Society destroyed me, but I didn't show it. It destroyed me because I was gay. I found out when Alec and I were playing "Spin the bottle" with two girls that were in the same class as Alec and I at the time. We were all hanging at Alec's place when his parents weren't home. It took three turns when the bottle landed on Alec. I looked at him and saw that his face was full of shock and disgust, but I felt my face burn.
"D-do we..." Alec trailed off as he looked at the girl sitting next to him.
"The bottle landed on you. Sorry." Was all she said.
"Let's just get it over and done with." He said as we both scooted closer together on his bed. With every scoot we took, I could feel my face burn up.
"You also have to kiss on the lips," the same girl said, "that's what we did." She guestured to the girl next to her.
"Fine." Alec's voice was full of disgust. We moved even closer and I could feel butterflies in my stomach as we closed our eyes and started kissing each other on the lips. It felt like heaven kissing him, I even thought he might've wanted to keep going, but he pulled away as soon as our lips touched.
"There!" Alec said and then he got up and went straight to the bathroom.
"You're so in love with him." That girl said.
"W-what?" I asked turning my head towards her.
"It's so obvious," she had rolled her eyes, "come, let's go. Too bad you and Alec are going to an all boys school. Ha, have fun." Her and her friend left and we never saw them again. She was right. I was in love with Alec. I've been in love with him ever since we first became friends, and, in a way, I guess I've always known that. Just kissing him only proved that, but I knew I couldn't tell him that I was crazy in love with him! I just had to keep these feelings to myself. And that's what I did up until now. It's our Senior year at Charles Academy, and I just can't keep these feelings in anymore. He has to- no, needs to- know.