Taste The Rainbow

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DoneWithLife: Hey.

User149: Is something wrong?

DoneWithLife: ?? What makes you ask that??

User149: Your user name isn't exactly encouraging.

DoneWithLife: At least it isn't boring. Why bother coming back to the chatroom when I'm the only one ever here?

User149: Curious.

DoneWithLife: about??

User149: Who else is gay in town, it's so small and seems pretty damn conservative, pardon my French.

DoneWithLife: Interesting, who are you?

User149: Like I'll actually tell someone I don't know who I am, for all I know you want to go hunt me down and persecute me.

DoneWithLife: oh please like I'm really that petty.

User149: I don't know that. I'll tell you who I am if you tell me who you are, that's a good compromise.

DoneWithLife: If I haven't told you in the last three months we've been talking then why do you think I would tell you now?

User149: Because I've been talking to you for three months and I know everything about you except your name, you would think I earned some trust.

DoneWithLife: oh please, you don't know EVERYTHING about me.

User149: Really?

DoneWithLife: Yes, you don't know my favorite color

User149: Orange, too easy.

DoneWithLife: Well you don't know why so neh

User149: -_- it reminds you of fire, which is a bit creepy.

DoneWithLife: screw you.

User149: I can't, I don't know your name.

DoneWithLife: Smartass.

User149: How about we just meet and forget names.

DoneWithLife: Yeah and what happens when you turn around and go tell the whole town I'm gay. I would be all but burn me at the stake in the town square.

User149: Well, that's why you need to trust me.

DoneWithLife: Why should I?

User149: Because we've been talking for months, I trust you enough to tell you who I am.

DoneWithLife: Ugh, fine.

User149: Finally. Where do you want to meet?

DoneWithLife: Hm, I say the town square, in front of the fountain on the black bench, I'd rather be around people if end up being a creep who wants to kill me or something.

User149: Riiight... When?

DoneWithLife: Uh, three.

User149: Alright, I'll see you then.

DoneWithLife: Yeah, yeah. I'll talk to you later, I need to go to dinner.

User149: Good luck with that.

User149 has left the chat room.

I sigh, looking at the screen a bit longer before closing the tab and wondering what the hell I just got myself into. I agreed to meet someone whose name I don't even know that I met online. Man, I really must be an i***t.

"Jason, come one, dinner is ready." My mother calls from outside the door.

I roll my eyes but leave my room before she comes in to get mad that I'm not listening to her. I sit across my dad, contemplating just not showing up tomorrow but then I would probably regret it. Then again I would probably regret going if I get killed.

"How is school?" My dad asks his green eyes that match my own to the same golden fleck in the iris of our right eye.

"Hm? Oh, great." I lie, not bothering to tell him about the fact that everyone avoids me like the plague, which they would probably rather get then be near me.

"Any girls catch your eye?" My mom asks, setting the dishes of food in the middle of the table before sitting down and bowing her head, motioning for us to do the same. We all hold hands and say a prayer before eating all while I try to think of a good way of telling my mom that I'm not interested in the sluts at school without telling her I'm not interested in girls in the first place.

"No, I don't, uh, think any of the chicks at my school are my type," I explain vaguely, taking a glance at my dad who's grimacing. Thankfully my dad knows I'm gay and accepts it but my mom, on the other hand, grew up in a religious family that's against pretty much everything.

"The potatoes are good, Hun. What did you put in them?" My dad asks, interrupting my mom before she could probe me more. She doesn't seem to notice the subject change and tells my dad about something she saw on a cooking show about adding oregano. I excuse myself after I'm done and go plop on my bed, thinking about meeting the guy at the square.

On one hand, I don't want to end up getting screwed over, on the other I'm sick of being alone. I sigh, closing my eyes tightly before shutting my light off, not bothering to change out of my clothes. I wake to my mom knocking on my door and shouting at me to get up which just annoys me to no ends but I obey her nonetheless.

The walk to school is uneventful as is the actual school day, not counting that some random jerk decided to trip me before throwing some gross potatoes at me that I barely dodged. Although I did find myself waiting for school to be over so I could finally find out who I've been talking to for the past few months, it's been driving me insane.

I make my way to town square only after I tell my parents I'm hanging out with Joshua, my only friend. How cliché. A seventeen-year-old, closeted, religious parent, hateful town, and alone. Could my life be any more cliché? I roll my eyes, plopping down on the bench, admiring the intricate design of the fountain.

The design is sleek black marble molded into endless swirls with water flowing down the top into the bottom that's scattered with coins. What I never understood is why people even waste their money on a fountain that has less meaning than a grain of sand.

I roll my eyes at my thoughts before sighing and looking down at my phone to see it's past three. I huff, realizing this was either a setup or just fake. I look around once more before standing to leave until a voice stops me.

"Jason?" I stiffen, wondering if I could have possibly heard that voice wrong but when I turn around I see my best friend, Joshua.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" I ask, scanning the area once, wondering if I've been talking to him the whole time. That wouldn't make sense though, Josh knows everything about me already and vice versa, we would've realized it, should have realized it. Or maybe this is just a prank, he must have found out about me and thought it would be fun to trick me.

"I..." He trails, eyes clicking with understanding before his lips pull into a relieved grin that only succeeds in confusing me more. "You, I've been talking to you."

"I don't know what you mean," I state, starting to second guess this whole thing.

Staying in the closet isn't that bad, I mean, at least I don't have to have uncomfortable conversations. I need to tell him I was just walking and then leave. This is dangerous, this could end horribly and I'd be screwed. I open my mouth to lie, lie my ass off as I have for the last five years, but I can't.

As I look into his amazing hazel eyes, with the small scar under one eye from an accident, I find myself at a loss for words. I can't leave, I should leave, but I can't. I don't want to hide away anymore and if I have someone with me I know I can get through all the hate I'll receive.

"Jason," Josh murmurs, making me snap out of my thoughts to realize he's moved closer to me, so close that I can smell his after-shave. I open my mouth to speak but my words are stopped when his soft lips meet mine.