Swollen Heads & High School Boys

Puffy-Eyed Fish 2

I love him.

No. Like I really am in love with him. How do I know that for sure, you may ask.

Well, I wake up every morning, wondering if he's already up. Every thing he says makes my heart flutter. Even when I get annoyed or irritated by his utter selfishness and denseness, I find myself loving him. What one calls his flaws, I find so cute. So cute, that it's silly.

But he fancies another. Or others. Maybe it's because I'm a stoic scary guy. Maybe it's because I'm anti-social. The novelty of being 'That Hot Guy' in High School, has been worn out since the 80's.

They always end up looking over-weight, with a button missing in the front of their pants wearing a really ugly stripped-shirt. I hate being classified as 'The Hot Guy'. No, like I really despised that s**t. I'm a serious guy, that has way more than his face. I've worked hard to change my image since then.

I guess that's why Jesse and I ended up being good friends. I've never been interested in anyone, until I met Jesse. He didn't look at me with that sickening God-like Idolization.

The day we became friends, was the day we argued. I had made a comment about him looking just like his sister and he flipped out. Then he begun saying something about me having a pretty face, which in turn made me flipped out. After calling each other all sorts of names, we came to an understanding.

"Look, we both have a hate in common," he said after the both of us calmed down. "Truce?"

"Truce," I agreed giving his little hand a shake.

"Peace offering," he said rummaging his bag for one of those small $3.99 ice-cream packets.

"I don't like sweet things," scrunching up my face at the frozen sugary treat.

"Fine. You can watch me eat it," he said already peeling the seal off of one of them. I shrugged and watched as he gobbled down both of ice-cream packs.

Bully would be pushing it too; I've never actually seen Jesse hurt someone either verbally or physically. He just likes annoying the person whom he likes. It's cute really. He wasn't always like that though; it's just that tons of other s**t ended up happening to him, that it made him into the person he is.

I first noticed a slight change in the both of us, when Rob came into the picture. Jesse was very sweet to him. I wanted to add that it was overly too sweet for my taste, but it'll make me sound jealous; which I may or may not have been the case.

Rob was a little ginger in our 7th Grade Class that always blushed whenever Jesse looked his way. Jesse would blush too saying nothing, and I'd sit there and wonder, why does he have to do that? He could've just tell the guy what's up. They had become good friends, and I was left out a lot out of their couplings. I found myself bothered and hurt by the fact that Jesse was no longer mine. He was Rob's.

One night, he came over to my house upset, his face red. Jesse had climbed my Dad's green house in the middle of the night to get to my room. From what I understood, he sort of confessed to the guy, and I felt my heart drop. It was then that I noticed that I probably liked him all this while, which would explain my foul mood whenever I saw them together. Relief flooded over me as he went on saying that Rob was only hanging with him, because he had a crush on Christy.

"That's the excuse he gave me after I found Christy sucking on his face like an Octopus," he seethed, his voice breaking. A nasty guilt settled in me. Meanwhile he was heart-broken, I sat there mentally breaking into festivities because he was mine again.

You could call it cunning, or just me being a bastard best friend, but I never gave him suggestions on who I knew probably liked him. Don't ask how I know. For some reason, I'd always noticed and picked up guys who swung that way. Not that I'd ever tell him about the amount of guys that actually had confessed to me. When you're a loner like me, you tend to observe a lot more stuff than when you're in a crowd. I tried my best to always stay by his side, and by default have him depend on me. I wanted him to depend on me, but he's a little fighter alright.

Days after, Christy, Jesse's twin sister, had pushed him into my parent's pool to drown. After saving him, I thought he would stick beside me even more, but it backfired. I had held him till he cried out his fill. His eyes had gotten puffy and cute. It was as cute as my Celestial Eye Goldfish that I had in my aquarium.

The more he cried, the cuter he looked. I loved it. From then on, I guess I was shot by an arrow stringing me to him.

Unfortunately, Jesse didn't want to come over my house for a good three months, always fearing the pool. I swear, I thought he hated me. But then, I noticed he didn't even want to come out of his room. Every time I came to drop off assignments, he'd been hold up in his room. When I asked why, he's say, "I don't want to see my face. I hate it!" He'd say this with so much venom, that it kinda shriveled my dislike for my own pretty face.

"Hey Jason, you don't hate me because I'm gay right?" he'd asked me one time. By then I already knew how I felt about him. I don't particularly have an interest in guys, I just happened to fall for him.

By then he'd already gone through a bunch of bad break-ups, his sister being the main cause. For some reason she kept going after the guys that Jesse took interest in. Shaking my head, I answered, "I can't hate you; except for your bad taste in men." Jesse might act big, bad, and tough but he was way more insecure that anyone would think. As time went on, I came to love each and every one of his insecurities.

Sadly, he wouldn't know, and it didn't help that I was one of those hard-to-read guys.

He had no idea how I felt. When I finally got to kiss him under that stairwell, my facial features might be set in a permanent frowny emoji, but I was ecstatic. I was doing back-flips in my head and I couldn't help smirking as I watched him slid unto the floor breathless and in a daze. He was flustered, blushing, surprised, and turned on all at once. It was by sheer luck that I didn't become one of those ultra passionate guys and attacked him.

But now, it was all f****d.

All f****d because of his stupid sister and myself for being such a dumb-f**k. I do apologize for the obscenities, but I can't help how bad I felt. The face he wore when he'd seen me with his sister, my hand in a compromising position, was heart breaking. No, heart-shattering. It was the face that he made when he felt alone, unloved, unneeded. I was the one that caused him to make such a face and it was literally ripping me up inside.

I'd been calling him the entire weekend to explain the situation he had seen. It was a scene that anyone would misunderstand and I needed to tell him, but he wouldn't answer his damned phone. He won't see me.

At this point, I was fine being hated. s**t, I believe I deserved to be scorned by him, but only after he heard me out.

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What had happen that day was, I'd been looking for him. Since he missed the first two periods after lunch, I was looking for him to scold him for missing. I checked every where I knew he'd be. Library, behind the school, in the gym storage room where he smoked, and the nurse's office where he'd escape to take naps, finding them all empty.

I could've probably just waited for him after school, but I just wanted to see him. We weren't in the same classes this semester, so that kinda sucked. It made me worry when he wasn't by side, since he was such an agreeable person. Ha! As if. He's a little prick in everyone's eyes; all except mine. I'd seen him get into way too many fights and bandaged the scars that proved his victories. For a little dude, his temper was as short as his height. He'd kill me if he knew I said that.

Gee, I'm sorry I didn't fall into the same tub of toxic waste as you, giant dog, I could literally hear him say in my head. I chuckled, and remembered that I hadn't checked the roof. I strode up just the find the area empty. The sun was high, and the breeze felt amazing here. I remember coming up here a lot when Jesse was off fawning over another love interest. Feeling like s**t, for not telling him how I felt and watched him get more insecure to every interest that was taken away by Christy.

I poked my head behind the AC storage room, to find that spot empty as well. Where the hell was he? "Well, well, well," I heard a sultry voice from behind me. My head whipped around seeing Christy giving me a smile that didn't reached her eyes.

"Have you seen Jesse?" was the first thing I asked.

The disdain that I had for his sister had been accumulating for the longest time. Ever since she pushed him into the pool, I had disliked her in some type of form. Though her stupid tactics helped me keep my position as the good 'bad boy' friend, I hated that it decreased his self esteem. If anything, it made him into this aggressive angry kid and you know, all that bottled up tension had to come out somehow. Which would explain his fights.

She scoffed and made a face as if I'd mentioned something dirty. "Oh the insta-print, nope," she answered making her way to me.

"Careful how you talk. That's you're brother," I chastised her like a child.

"Ha! Instead of worrying about the copy, how bout the original?" she said still coming straight at me. I guess I should've got out strike zone seeing as she strode towards me with purpose that weren't any good.

"Copy? You do know, identical twins happens when the fertilized egg splits in two. At one point, the both of you were one," I pointed out at her. I disliked her referring to him as a copy. It ticked me off.

She stood in front of me playing with her hair and what I assumed to be a sly smile. "Face it honey. You know you like me. The only reason you hang out with that Turd is because he looks like me."

I folded my arms, and looked her straight in the eye. "I'm not interested. Not in the likes of you. Maybe if you didn't have such a s**t personality, but I highly doubt it."

She narrowed her eyes and spat at me, "You f**k, you think just because..."

"Because what?" I interrupted coldly. "I know what you've done. What else do you want to take away from Jesse, huh? Are you that jealous of him?"

She huffed. "As if! He is my twin; I do whatever the f**k I want with him. Don't talk as if you're any better. All you do is silently wait for your chance to gobble him up like some f*****g perve. You think I don't notice your eyes stripping him naked every time you glance his way. What would he say if he knew?"

"First off, it doesn't matter me if he knows or doesn't. Two, what are you? f*****g twelve? You're acting as if I took away your toy train. Why don't you f**k off?" I finally said getting tired of her bullshit. "Aren't you suppose to be busy with boyfriend #10?"

"You were counting?" She mocked.

"Not entirely hard when you only go after the guys your brother is interested in."

"So? He won't know. I'll show you a good time," she said, her tone sickening sweet. "Touch here..." before I could react, she had my hand on her breast. "...feel that?" I hadn't touched a boob before, but if I had to describe it, it felt like a water balloon. To my surprised, it felt gross. Maybe it was because she had Jesse's face and I knew he didn't have breasts. "I don't usually go for your type, but I want you. Plus, I know you want you want me, judging from your circumstance and all." The hell? Didn't she hear what I just said? Why isn't she f*****g off? "...Jason."

That was when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jesse pop out of nowhere. He's eyes looking at me as if I'd just shattered his entire being. I was against the wall, my hand on one of her breast. The scene really looked bad. It felt so wrong to me. I was frozen by the amount of emotions that ran across his sad face. I pulled my hand instantly away from her chest-bags, and tried to explain, just to have Christy interrupting me, telling him to get lost. It was painful, how at that moment, I saw how bad this shook him. He, who felt like no one wanted him, was now witnessing the guy, who he'd been unofficially dating for a week, get taken away by his sister.

I knew him too well. I knew this, yet I ended up getting caught up with his sister. So yes, I deserved to be hated, but only after I confessed properly. I was waiting for the perfect date to tell him my feelings. Then we'd kiss, like in one of those old sappy love movies. The black and white ones that my mom watched. Now that was never going to happened. I at least, wanted him to know how I felt.

As soon as he bolted, I turned to Christy loosing my s**t. "You f*****g cunt!" I barked finally seeing the fear in her eyes. "Get this s**t clear, I will never like you. Don't you see? No one likes you. They get with you just because of that face of yours, and with time, that face will get old and as shriveled up as my balls sac. When all your looks fade away, you won't be known as 'The Hot Girl', you'll be known as just the common 'High School b***h'."

As the word left my mouth, I felt the ringing in my ear as I was b***h-slapped. Let me tell you, that s**t hurt like a son-of-a-gun. The left side of my face stung like a mother-fucker. It didn't help that the rings on her fingers had left my face bruised like I'd been punched.

"My dad was right. Bryan's gayness, infected Jesse, and now Jesse's infected you too. Hope y'all go to hell," she said walking away. "f*****g bunch of fags."

"You need some ass f*****g, so that you can shut that homophobic mouth hole of yours," I said shouted back. I didn't mean to sound like a d**k here, and I've never thought about this before, but she was so lucky to be female.

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That all happened on a Friday, and no matter what I tried doing, Jesse wouldn't take any one +of my calls. No f*******:, Skype, w******p, Heywire, nothing. I'd go to his house, and Bryan, his older brother would say Jesse wasn't home. He was lying, I could see it in his face. But what could I do? He wouldn't talk to me. Scott, who I'd noticed was Bryan's 'good friend' -as Jesse'd say - answered one time, telling me that I should give Jesse some time, suggesting that he probably already knew what happened.

Scott seemed way more easier to talk to than big brother Bryan, seeing as he could take me on in a fight. Scott was more docile, looking a lot like the good-cop the criminal ends up confessing to, Bryan being the bad-cop that intimidates and roughs up said criminal.

"Please," I started, hearing the desperation in my voice. "It doesn't have to be now, or in a week or even a month from now,.. " I just really wanted to see him. "I can wait until whenever he is ready, but please tell him, I want to see him. No, that I need to see him." Recognition dawned on the older guy's face, and despite myself, I blushed. Pushing, my hands into my pockets, looking into eyes, that were the same color as Roman's, Jesse's tutor. "Please."

He took in my pleading, and nodded. "Okay. I will, but first tell me something."

"Anything."

"You know," he started hesitantly, "being gay is a hard road. Are you ready for that?"

I chuckled at the question. "The opinions of those I don't care for, don't matter to me. As long as Jesse's with me."

"Ha! Young people these days are a riot, I swear," he said laughing lightly, shaking his head. He heaved a sigh and gave an approving look that made me hold on to a thread of hope. "Okay. Run along before Bryan comes, 'cause he'll make you pay for the mirrors."

Mirrors? Which mirrors? I nodded and left. My eyes kept straying to Jesse's room. He was skilled at avoiding me all this time, us being neighbors and all. I saw the curtain shift slightly and could make out a figure standing close enough for nearly invisible silhouette. He was looking at me from the window all this time.

I stood by my fence and gave him what I hoped to be a pleading smile, and mouthed, "talk to me, please." He moved instantly to the side. Really? Guess I'm still hated.

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Monday was dreadful. It was like the forces were against me. First off, I couldn't sleep that week. It was horrible waking up every minute. My mind had been filled with Jesse. I woke up late and had to get ready quick. Mom threw me a toaster strudel and I missed it; the breakfast messing up my white T-Shirt with jam. I had to change and skipped the meal all together, just to find out that my car had no gas. I'd forgotten to fill the tank the day before.

Which meant that I had to ride my bike to school. As I rode my bike through one of the intersections, I got a flat tire. By then, I was starting to get annoyed. It was too early, and the local tire-shop didn't open till 9am. So I had to drag my deflated bike with me to school.

In all my rush, I ended up reaching school nearly an hour late. I'd forgotten 2 assignments on my desk at home, and got myself some detention. I mean, how much bad luck could I possibly get? If only I could take that back. By 2pm, it went from bad to worse.

I walked into a teacher and their cup of coffee, which stained my pants embarrassingly in the front. I didn't have gym today, so I didn't bring my locker key to get my extra pair of pants. The Janitor was sick, so I couldn't ask him to opened it for me. I had to cover the stain by wrapping my sweater around the waist. Almost got my hair singed in Wood-shop class when I saw Jesse dart across the door in the hallway and cut my hand pretty badly with a table saw. The school nurse wasn't even in the infirmary, and I had to bandaged my wound awkwardly using the other hand.

My usual concentration was out of wack. It felt like the day was in turmoil and I was getting whip-lashed from every where. I was actually thankful when detention finally rolled around. After having such a shitty day, all I wanted to do was to escape to the school's inside pool. Being on the swim team does have its perks.

"Fancy seeing you here," I said as I saw a tiny black haired bespectacled boy at the back. Who would've thought I'd find him in detention.

"It was a misunderstanding," Frederick said. Fredrick was the last guy Christy had the chance to take from Jesse. At the time, Jesse was being a little prick and teased Fredrick a lot, which probably edged him into dating Christy not knowing that Jesse actually liked him.

It was only four of us in the detention room. The other two were off in a corner chatting away, so I took a seat beside him. He gave me a suspicious stare. I knew he wanted to say something, but I just sat there like I hadn't noticed. It's not like we've spoken before. I've actually never spoken to the younger guy before.

"You don't look so good. Got into a fight?" he asked eyeing my bandaged hand and singed hair. It didn't help that my face still sported an almost perfect hand print of Friday's b***h-slap bruise. I really looked as if I'd gotten into a fight. And lost.

You could say I have, but it wasn't really a fight, since it had been my fault. I looked down at the freckled guy, and sighed. He was cute, in a sort of nerdy way. How could Jesse have liked him over my awesome self? He seemed way too straight laced. "Nah, just having one of them train-wreck days, you know," I replied nonchalantly.

He looked at me, then at my hand with the bandages falling apart. I wasn't too good when it came down to first aid and bandaging cuts and wounds. He extended his hand, after a slight hesitation, intently looking at my injury. Sighing, I handed him my hand, and watched him loosen it up.

"Hmm, I guess even guys like you have personal problems. Thought you just liked picking on people," he started conversationally. It was too awkward just to have him fixing my wraps and not talk. He must have also felt the same.

"I've never picked on anyone," I stated.

"Well, no, but it's all the same when all you do is stand and watch from behind the lines," Fred countered. Well, in all honesty, I knew that already.

"Jesse didn't mean to be a prick. He just doesn't know how to treat people who are special to him," with that, Fred's skin color changed into a light pink. He scoffed, and gave a small tug, tying my bandages. "He teases the person he likes."

Fred gaped. "You mean, Jesse likes me? I thought you guys were a thing."

"Liked---thing? Where did you heard that from?" I asked quickly, shock written over my otherwise unreadable face. I shouldn't have said that, but my mind wasn't really working today. Fred snickered at me. "Whatever. I haven't seen him since he' s been avoiding me like the cheap guy in the group who doesn't wanna split the bill. You heard that from your dog huh?"

He turned bright red. Okay, so now I don't blame Jesse for liking this guy. His feelings showed right on his face. "Don't ask 'bout my dog when you don't even know how to handle your human. He's in bad shape. He's all wrapped up in bandages, along with cuts and bruises as well. He hasn't picked on me all week, and he's actually being polite to people. It's... creepy."

With that, I laughed. "I told you. He only picks on the person whom he likes."

"Then wouldn't avoiding you, means he's picking on you?" he asked pensively.

Looking through he window, I hoped it to be so. "Naw. I'm being hated," I sighed.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Fred shake his head with a slight smile on his lips. He gave his head a nudge towards the door. I saw Jesse's blonde head quickly dart away when I followed Fred's line of sight. Is he afraid to talk to me now? Have I damaged our friendship so badly that he doesn't know how to approach me? I held my head in my hand feeling utterly useless.

"You know, um... if you guys stop fighting, and forgive me if I'm wrong, which I think I'm not..."

"Spit it out," I interrupted. I didn't feel like hearing people beat around the bush today.

"Fine. Are you guys gay?" he asked point blank. He was scrunching up his face as if bracing himself for a punch.

Reaching over, I pinched his nose. It was a force of habit, since I do that do my brothers as well. "Don't do that. As for your question, uh... I don't really know how to answer. I know he is, and I don't think I am. I ain't attracted to you, or any other guys in this school for that matter. Its always just been Jesse for me."

"So you're like me. It's always been just Thomas for me too. Well, since you helped me in the hallways, I'll let you know," he started. "Judging from the glare I got from Jesse, I'd say you have nothing to worry about. He might just come to you."

I scoffed at that. Not after seeing me with his b***h sister. Speaking of the chick, it dawned on me that I hadn't seen her since that day as well. I was way too preoccupied with thoughts of Jesse that Christy hadn't even crossed my mind.

Fred and I spent the better half of detention having small talk before parting ways. After having a nice talk with somebody since Friday, I felt better. Usually, I'd have Jesse to talk to, but you know. Instead of going home and sulk in a dejected manner, I headed to the school's pool, taking a quick minute to change into my swimming wear.

I dived into the water and let the feeling of escaping reality wash over me.

When I swam, I swam for both Jesse and I knowing that he had a fear of the body of water ever since nearly drowning in it. If our relationship is damage beyond repair, what am I to swim for? Sure I liked swimming, but for me to be any good at it, I'd need incentive you know. Motivation; or how an art major would say, a muse. Because, even if he feared being near a pool, he always came to support me during competitions and the like.

I was under the water and faintly heard the doors open and shut. Finishing up my relays, I burst out of the water taking couple breaths before looking up into Jesse's face looking down at me. I blanked for a minute. He was standing about 4 yards away from the pool, looking haggard his eyes were swollen as if he'd been crying, he's hands were bandaged and he had tiny cuts across his face, already scabbing over.

"I-I was waiting... for them to heal before I saw you," he said looking to his bandages.

Pulling myself up immediately, I walked over to him and stood there. His cute brown eyes were so puffy. So cute. So freaking adorable. Just like the Celestial Eye Goldfish I once had. I wanted to kiss him right then and there but I held myself in check.

"C-can we sit? Would you mind we sit somewhere? Preferably, far from the pool," he asked nervously, still not looking at me. I nodded and followed him towards the locker room. The back of his neck was red, and had scratches as well.

What the hell happened to him?

He waited till I got changed, sitting down on a nearby bench. I saw him sneak a few good looks at my body, but said nothing. I had to wait for the perfect time to tell him. I need him to understand what happened, what's more, I wanted to know what happened to him.

"About the bandages," he started, "I kinda flipped out that day. I went home and smashed all the mirrors in my house. My brother was furious, and even more furious when I refused to tell him what had happened." He paused, biting into his cheek before continuing. "I... I don't mind... if you decided to date... Christy. Maybe you'll be good for her," he sniffed sadly, breaking my heart little by little. "You guys looked perfect together. There's no way I can compete with that."

"Jesse,"

"Just hear me out okay." He breathed in again. "If you want to be with her, that's okay. We can forget that 'we' ever happened.. But... I refused to give you to Fredrick. I saw how you guys were in detention. If you're going to date a guy, I want it to be me. Dammit, you made me like you. I demand responsibility. You were the one that kissed me."

Rubbing my face with my hand, I rolled my eyes. He was being so complicated and gay right now. "You're such a selfish guy."

"Nothing new, and you knew it from the start. So don't go blaming me," he quickly retorted rubbing at his already puffy eyes.

"Didn't know you were such a possessive guy," I added lightly.

"So?" he sniffed. " Can you stop being so cool and calm right now?"

"Who in the world said I was cool or calm, for that matter," I said closing my locker, sitting beside him on the bench.

"I can't stress how much I'd like you to believe me. I've spent nights without sleep wondering if I f****d up my chances with you. Believe or not, nothing happened that day. I didn't kiss her, or anything like that. It was the opposite. I was actually looking for you. I didn't even knew she was following me to the roof. I truly don't know what's wrong with her, and don't care. All I've been able to think about is how to make us good again."

Without turning to face him, I leaned against his shoulders, just the relishing the feel of him after I hadn't for a week. "I can't help the fact that you're twins, but I'm sure it's you I like." His breath hitched. It felt weird, because now that I think about it, this was my first time actually confessing to him. "Most of all, I love your crying face. I love that you cry. I love when you blush. s**t, I even love with you're teasing some one, even if I'd get jealous.

"I can never have any sort of affection for Christy apart from dislike. She is an ignorant person that doesn't understand this kind of affection. She hurts people without any reasons and I'm sure there's more people like that out there. At the end of day, the one I want to be with is you. I've always wanted to be with you, that's why I've stuck by you for so long. It's kind of embarrassing how much I like you. Being the guy that I am, I can't convey it much, I just wanted you know that I really do care for you. I wouldn't be wasting my time with you if I didn't."

We sat there for what seemed like forever. We didn't say anything as what I had said sunk into him. All I did was tightly hold on to Jesse's sobbing form. He cried lightly in my arms, and I loved the feel of him. "You know, these cuts make you look badass," I joked breaking the silence after ten minutes.

He chuckled as he sniffed, sitting up. "Badass huh?" He had stopped crying for the most part. I rubbed circles around his back, making him relax even more into me.

I nodded and leaned back. "And about Fredrick, I have a feeling that Thomas would try to kill me if he knew I was trying to put the moves on his kitty . There's no use in getting into such a sticky situation," I said.

Nudging me with his shoulders, he sucked at his teeth. "Kitty? You mean, I could've been a Top?"

"Haha. Very funny you shrimp," I teased with a smirk as I gathered my stuff. "You will pay for that, cause I plan to do you until you beg me to stop; which I won't. Understood?" Reddening even more, he nodded shyly. "But first, I feel like having some ice-cream."

He scoffed at me before pointing out the obvious. "You don't even like ice-cream."

"But I know you do. Plus, I'll taste it on you anyway," I smirked at him.

"So we good now? As in, we are now... uh... I'm now your..."

"Yes. You're my boyfriend now, and I'm hella jealous too," I confirmed giving him a peck on his cute lips. That wasn't all I gave him, after we found ourselves alone an hour later. I even found ways to make use of the irritating ice-cream, which including parts of his body but if you think I was going to tell you how that went, well you're wrong.

I'm a gentleman after all.

But, since y'all insist, then let me tell you that he didn't beg me to stop. Instead, he begged me for more. Not that he'd admit to it. He gets all shy when I remind him of it. He still hates mirrors, but now he can stand looking at himself at least three times a week. I guess he still hates his face, but that's more of a twin problem.

As for Christy, she got in contact with her Dad, who took her in. Maybe it was for the best too.

I, on the other hand, have bought back a couple mirrors for Bryan. He loves looking at himself, and grooming his boyfriend Scott. Scott was actually the one who made Jesse come talk to me. Whatever he said to convince him was like a miracle, though Scott stated that Jesse didn't need much convincing.

Heck, even my parents took it surprisingly well when I told them I was dating Jesse, which was more than I can ask for. My brothers were more reserved, but they didn't show any tension towards Jesse.

All in all, every thing ended well.

Five years later, and we are still strongly going on. I really do hope that people could put aside their hate and discrimination, so that people like Jesse can find the happiness they deserve.