I still wept for my nan, but I knew that she was with me. I soon realised that when I could speak to her in my mind, it was out of the lack of love. And whenever Reece and I don't spend time together, she speaks to me, and tries to make me forget about him. I realise that it's not my nan that I hear, but my demon. The voices in my head are my demons, and god I must have a lot of them.

He knows I feel for her. He knows I miss her badly. But the connection we created was used to pass on her life to me. She sacrificed herself for me. She was my saviour, and I couldn't be more grateful.

Reece's parents are still angry. He has made no attempt to stop going out with me, and for that I love him. He's the most beautiful person I know, and I love him for it.

In a moment I'll take you to an argument between Reece's parents and us, but I forgot one important person in this whole saga.

I mentioned him once, his name was Jarrod Aylward, and he was the guy whom had spoken to Reece on the internet before we started going out. Well I never really noticed him until he started touching me up.

"What the hell d'you think you're doin'?" Reece asked, anger coursing through him. I could see he was angry, his veins were sticking out and his face was turning red.

"I was touching Jake, he's gay and I'm bi," Jarrod replied. We had stopped in the middle of the path, the other boys had gone to their lessons.

Reece punched Jarrod in the nose, the boy falling on the floor. Reece looked down on him and smirked.

"You touch him again, you'll be touching my fist," I was so proud of him.

"Why you so protective?" Jarrod asked, standing.

"He's my boyfriend," and we walked off to our lesson.

***

The argument between Reece and his parents ended up with me getting involved. I couldn't sit and watch while his parents won over him. I must say Reece isn't really good with words, but I've mentioned that I am, so I had to intervene, I had no choice. I loved him for christ sake.

"You are never to see him again!" his father shouted. I was hiding in the kitchen, the door closed behind me.

"But dad! I-"

"But dad nothing!" his father shouted back. "You're not to see him! I don't want a gay son!"

"Why not?" I said, calmly, walking out of the kitchen. Reece's dad was shocked, he sat down in the armchair out of embarrassment and anger. "It's a way of life."

"So? Your point is what?" his father said, looking from me to Reece.

"That you should let us be what we want to be," I replied, walking closer. I glanced over at Reece, and he suddenly looked really shocked. I was confused for a moment at why he was looking shocked, and then I realised that I was holding my sword behind my back. I shook my head and he understood that I wasn't going to use it. When it came to fighting, and especially sword-fighting, he was frightened of me.

"You can be whatever you want to be," Reece's father said. "But you ain't gonna drag my son down with you."

"Drag him down?!" I screamed. "It was your son who came onto me! I had no intention of dragging him down as you so cruedly put it!"

"Out!" Reece's dad shouted. "Get out of my house!"

"Fine," I said. I walked to the front door and managed to conceal my sword. I turned as I opened the door. "Mr Brosnan. I think that now's the time for your son to decide which life he wants to live."

"What's it gonna be son?" Reece's dad asked, looking at him. "Straight: you live here for the rest of your life and we forget about this silly business. Gay: you no longer are welcome in this house, and you will no longer be my son."

Reece stood there for a while, looking at his father. Then he spoke.

"Dad, if you really loved me (which I'm sure you don't) then you wouldn't make me choose. But I know, as Jake knows, that I will have to choose between him and you. Like he says, it's a way of life, and like I'm saying, I can't be changed. I was gay when I was growing up. I was gay when I was born. I am gay now and you can't take it away from me!!"

Reece came towards me and kissed me on the lips, his tongue entering into my mouth. I kissed him back, and looked over at his dad, and gave him a look-I-won look. He snarled at us, and then we walked out of the house. We went back to my place, where mum said he could live, as his parents didn't care about him.

***

Reece settled in quite nicely, and after two weeks, all of his stuff had arrived at my house. It was sad that his parents could turn their backs on him, but I had him all to myself now, and he was so happy.

We always went to Promises on a Friday night, and met up with Gary and John and the others. We usually slept in the Mayfair hotel that belonged to Sam's uncle, and we were so pleased that Sam's uncle let us, otherwise we wouldn't have had as much fun as we had.

***

I really did love Reece, and even though most people at school and stuff thought otherwise, I still believed it. He did as well, I know he did. School really wasn't an issue anymore, well, problem wise. We never had anyone question us, most feared me for my spite, and I was glad that my cuts had formed scars, and I looked really nasty. Little children ran away from me, and I was hated by strangers. I didn't care. I was already sixteen at this point, and was enjoying growing up to become a man.

So I was in my last year of school, and my work had come out first class. I was top of every class, and I could see now that I was gonna be the one with all the good grades, the one who would be rich.

The teachers were all proud of me, even Miss Young, whom I had gone back to after I had gone mad. Funnily enough, she understood, and taught me Art once more. That was a great success. In my GCSEs I received an 'A' star, which is the highest grade. I was pleased, very pleased, and my other subjects went well as well, with mostly 'A's and 'B's.

All of that happened in the summer of our leaving school. I was pleased, but I still had to go to college and then university in order to finish learning.

I know this sounds really silly, but all my life I had an ambition, an ambition that I would become a spy, like James Bond, but much more gay! I mean, there was nothing stopping me, I could fight, I could go about without living footprints, and I was reliable. All I needed was a degree, and I could get that easy enough.

Reece and I were strong, real strong, and I loved him, and he loved me. This is the end of my story, I can't find anything else to say, but I'm sure that someone else has something to say on the matter, like maybe my university friend; James.