Boys Will Be Boys and I’ll always be in Their Autobiography

Summary: This is a tribute to all the boys in my life. Beginning to where I am today, I’ve lost good friends and made ones who made a handprint on my heart. I feel the obligation to write about them, the ones important to me.

Chapter One: Boys like Brothers

There are times in your life when your family is all you know. Your family are the people of today, tomorrow and yesterday. The time in your life when family is your everything, that’s the time of childhood. The time when you spend the whole day with your mom cooking you lunch at noon and then settling you down for a good hour nap while she watches her soap opera.

My cousin Thomas is one of the first boys in my life; he will always have been my first best friend. Thomas is one of those boys with a tough family life. His sisters are much older and can’t connect with him the way my brother does. His mother and father divorced when he was a kid, and he’s lived with his dad every since. Him and my brother are close and I’m even closer when you put us all together. We have grown together, and for one summer we lived together.

Michelangelo and Thomas will always be my brothers, and all of us make a set of quadruplets. That’s what we were when I was young. Thomas has gotten older and nothing has really ever been the same since we were children. He’s been to juvenile hall and at times ignored me to do something he though was more important than his little sister. Michelangelo has hit Thomas and Thomas has hit back, the bloody war lasted until high school when Thomas came back from juvenile hall.

Thomas will always be first on my list, Michelangelo dosen’t agree, he’s abandoned his brother. But no matter what, I’ll never stop calling him; I’ll never stop wishing him happy birthday. Because no matter how hard Thomas refuses me, he cannot deny that those days when we were quadruplets, didn’t happen.

My brother Michelangelo is my twin, he was half of me, and I was half of him. Together we are unstoppable, try to beat us down and we may lose the fight but no matter what we’ll never loose each other.

Michelangelo is a patient boy with a talent for the art of music. When he was small my mother wanted him to play the piano, time went by and he’s currently in the stage of mastering the piano. But what truly makes him a remarkable musician is his ability to play the violin. At night I hear his sad songs of tribute to his music gods, the instrument makers of Italy, France, Germany, and Spain. His patience is put to work when he first began to play the violin. He would practice one song for hours straight into the night. Then, he would play the same song the next night as if he had been playing that song for years.

Michelangelo and I have always been the closest of siblings and the best of friends. Our time together is tested by the petty fights we get into sometimes, like who get to use the bathroom first or who has the best features. We only then realize how stupid we sound and then like a gentleman he allows me to have my way.

It was the summer before high school started when Michelangelo told me something that was forever to change his life forever. It was the day when Michelangelo told me he was gay. When Michelangelo told me, I didn’t know how to react, I feel guilty because maybe it was just a shock to hear. Or maybe it was the fact that I had always taken the wrong stand point about gays, I had always laughed at the gay jokes, and I had always snickered at the boy who was dubbed “gay” in middle school. But now when the subject concerned my brother, I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was sit with my brother and tell him I still loved him no matter what his sexuality was.

I have seen the many boys that Michelangelo has dated, and I’ve seen the boys who will no longer talk to my brother because he’s gay. But those things don’t really matter anymore. My brother is still the same boy he’s always been, he’ll always be sweet, kind, understanding, beautiful and amazing. He’s my brother—I think I would know.