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Romaquin and Samandeil

If I didn’t like boys, my life wouldn't be what it is now if I like girls the way I like boys. The idea kept tossing around in my head, why don’t I like girls? Why do I like boys? Why!

“f**k…” I sighed deeply as I walked along the boulevards, even though several buses had already passed through. I love walking. It makes me think, I can slow my time to get home, so I don’t have to feel guilty every time I face my mom. How disappointed mom would be of me? Maybe she already knew I was gay!

A powerful force dragged me backward, making me fall backward. I quickly pulled myself out of my funky thoughts after brief confusion in my mind, not knowing what was going on at that moment. I looked up and I saw a man’s back like a pillar in front of me, accompanied by the man cursing at the car whizzing past, I came back to my senses… just now I was almost killed by a car. I crossed the street without looking at the road when I was imagining things in my head, huh? I ask myself would anything change if I’d been hit by that car… My heart began beating wildly and I felt so scared that my eyes were wide open, my legs were as floppy as a noodle, and I didn’t even have the strength to stand up.

“You? You have a death wish or what? Why don’t you look at the cars when you’re crossing the street?” I was so stunned by his roar and could only look at the other person’s face with a fixed look, even my hands were trembling and all I could say at the moment was, “Yeah… sorry. Thank you for saving me,” I whispered my thanks and in any case,

“It’s okay,” he did so out of the goodness of his heart, so seemingly menacing and with a bit of a harsh voice. He shrugged his shoulders and walked to the other side. I was puzzled when I saw him pick up the bicycle that had fallen to the ground. I wondered how hard he had to try to save me to make it fall into such a sorry state. I saw him pick up his bike and sit on it like he was going to leave. I hung my head and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Romaquin and you?”

“Samuel, everyone calls me Sam.” He smiled and hopped on his bike.

“I’ll see you again Sam.” and with a smile he left.

It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen Romaquin and that smile replays in my head daily. Except for today as my ex-boyfriend is trying to use my family against me. The first punch hit me in the face, it knocked me back, but I didn’t give him a chance to throw a second punch. I kicked him off before he handed the second punch.

“Give me the money, do you want that video to be exposed to your dear mother?”

Where are the guards? I looked around not to see one person, (So that’s why he’s here, no people to stop him.)

“Not a dime.” I cried out in pain, although I was not tall, I can handle myself or at least I can try.

“What do you mean?” he sneered

“He said no!” That voice was so familiar, I looked and it was Romaquin walking towards us. The man who saved me before.

“Okay, then I’ll send the video to your mom to watch. Will your old mom be happy to see you doing something so dirty?”

“You can’t send it,” I snapped, but Romaquin had already punched him in the throat. He dropped to the ground and coughed as Romaquin took his phone, handing it to me saying “Found what he’s talking about and delete it.” My finger trembled as I searched for the video, smiling as I deleted it then handing it back.

“If I see you around Sam again you’ll regret it.”

“I get it now.” I knew the look on his face. “Oh~ this is your new husband? Heh~ Your taste is getting lower and lower!” I couldn’t think of anything else when my ex boyfriend lounged at Romanquin. He dodged the attack and then raised his knee to the opponent’s stomach, he coughed and walked off knowing that between me and Romaquin he was out matched.

“What the hell is going on here?” He sighed and looked back at me burying my head between my knees. “Eh, don’t you cry!” Oh, boy! I'm ready for a fight with someone but didn’t learn how to comfort someone who’s crying.” I snickered as he sat next to me and sighed.

“Thank you…” I choked that made me stifle another sigh. “Well, every time I meet you, it’s all kinds of things.” he said

“I'm sorry, you go I’m fine… really fine just let me cry for a while, I’ll stop when I’ve cried enough.” I wiped my nose and sniffled again. I’m sure I look so ugly right now.

He took out his phone and called someone, he walked off for a minute while keeping me in his sights, when he returned he huffed and sat back down next to me.

“But I'm a Gay!” I carelessly said, I didn’t want him to hate me if I didn’t tell him from the beginning.

“…..”

“I had guessed when that bastard said something about his husband's wife, but I didn’t think it was any of my business, I don’t care if you’re Gay. It’s not like homosexuality is contagious, I’m just sitting right next to you!” I leaned my head against the wall, “Thank you!” I looked at him smiling at him shaking his head “Okay, okay, don’t thank me anymore, I’m not a Buddha, so what’s the problem between you and that jerk?” Romaquin sat quiet and listened to everything I said. I felt naive thinking back to the time we dated and the things I let him do.

I’m Gay, at the age where I can fantasize about the opposite s*x I’m already aware of my sexuality, I like looking at guys, at first I thought it was purely an appreciation, the feeling wouldn’t last until the end, however, wait until I’m old enough to realize that there’s no way in hell I’m going to like girls in this life. At first, I hid my aptitudes and told no one, then tried to make myself look like a guy with a normal personality, however that wasn’t me. Later, I met a senior through my high school classmates, he always liked to talk to me, teach me homework, like to be close to me, at the time I thought I probably liked him, until one day he asked me to go with him, I immediately agreed to him, I thought that day was my happiest moment, but I never thought it was my most painful moment. We kissed, a crazy kiss that at one point made me think something crazier was going to happen next, but after the kiss, he pushed me away, when he looked at me like I was an earthworm crawling out of the sludge, and at the same time my high school classmates came out of the corner with a cell phone that took a video of us kissing. They told me to trade money if I didn’t want my mother to know her only son was gay, and the other day I asked the senior in disbelief if he hadn’t had a crush on me from the start. “Are you stupid? Do you think I'm in love with you? Just holding you makes me sick!” That day, I stood there like a silly dog watching the man I thought liked me and the man who thought he was a good friend laughing freely. He said at first he suspected I didn’t like girls and just wanted to verify, not expecting to end up extorting money from me. And Romaquin just listened quietly, not interrupting, not interjecting, not speaking, and for a moment I thought he might be as disgusted with me as others. After I finished my story, I didn’t dare turn my head to see how he looked, by this time people were already picking up their cars in the parking lot, but I didn’t bother to care how others would look at me. By this time the sky began to change color, he was silent, I was also silent, I buried my head and stared at the tip of my shoes to see, perhaps, to lose a friend again. I was startled when he pressed his hand hard on my head, feeling him stand up in the sight and involuntarily look up.

“You’re not going to cry anymore, are you trying to drown someone with your tears? If he comes after you again, you tell me, I'm in building number four sports Romaquin Terr but headed to the football field.” he finished and looked back at me with a dumbfounded look. His laughter sounded loudly in the parking lot. The laugh made me chuckle and it easily made my heart skip a beat.

“Crying like a flowery cat, don’t look at me with such eyes, I’m not disgusted with you, isn’t being gay just like other humans? You can get up now, I have to go to training.” He smiled and held out his hand to me, and I hesitated, finally mustering up the courage to put it in his palm, and just as he said, I felt his great strength and pulled me up in just a moment. Seeing him walk to his bike and ride off in the opposite direction. As bad as today’s experience made me feel, I covered my hand over my chest and felt it beating powerfully as if it was going to jump out of my chest in the next second. I tried to restrain myself from liking guys, but I…still…fell in love with a man again, and this time it felt completely different than the last time. I think I’m in love with Romaquin. The man was thin and small, but broad-minded. Would he hate me if I told him I liked him? “Might as well try to make an effort.”