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Why I Love: A Fictional Narrative

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Dan was feeling queasy. 24 hours earlier, he was happier than he’d been in a long time. He had finally built a palace in his mind; a place where he could be truly happy. But it was all crashing down in front of his very eyes. He thought back, trying to figure out where it all went wrong.
When Phil had gotten off the bus the day before, Dan felt nothing but glee. Predictably, Louise hopped across the aisle and took a seat beside him. “That just happened.”
“Yeah…” Dan trailed off, still entranced. He’d kissed plenty of girls before, but this was different. He’d never felt so mesmerized by a kiss before. Honestly, he’d never really initiated a kiss before. Usually his girlfriend would do it. As much as he’d hated to admit it, Dan had never really …show more content…

If you hadn’t of kissed me, I wouldn’t have kissed you.”
“We’re in the same boat, you know. I’m under fire too. There’s nothing we can do to change that now. Why should we throw away what we have?”
Dan softened a bit, but his head was full of nothing but countless kids calling him a faggot and laughing at him. “We don’t have anything.” Dan turned away from Phil and looked out the window. He watched as dark gray clouds covered up the sun that had been shining all day. Dan felt tears forming in his eyes, but he held them back. He heard light sobbing behind him and turned towards Phil.
What Dan saw sent the wall he was attempting to build between the two of them crashing down. Tears were streaming down Phil’s cheeks faster than he could wipe them off. Dan couldn’t hold his own tears back any longer. He never thought Phil would be a crier, and seeing him crying made Dan realize that it wasn’t Phil’s fault. Dan kissed Phil back. There was no blame involved. He was just taking out his anger on the only person he could think of.
“Phil…” The older boy looked up, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. “I’m sorry. It’s not your fault, and I shouldn’t have blamed you. I… I love you.” Phil finally smiled up at Dan. “You’re right. We don’t have much left, but we can’t change it now. We still have each other and I don’t want to lose you,

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