Intro

Him. His eyes, his smile, his hair, his warm touch. His everything. Jake Evans is the closest guy I've ever had as a friend…. he's also the most attractive. Now, we're way more serious than just being friends. In fact, I can remember the day he came up to me in that adorable quirkiness of his and he nervously began seeing if I was into guys like he was, or if I wasn't. Although I had only recently truly gotten to know him, I came out to him right there in the school parking lot waiting to get picked up, how could I lie? What with this perfect boy coming up to me, it was quite impossible to. Now, here we are, as boyfriends. My name is Mike Shepherd and I've pretty much always realized I was gay. And as it turns out, so did my family. They were always polite back in grade school when I had "girlfriends" to go to the dances and such but they always knew, they've told me many times. Now that I'm a sophomore in high school, things are much different. I've come out to all my friends for the most part except for those who I know wouldn't be accepting, and my entire family knows as well. I hear all these horror stories about families shunning their children after they've come out and I always remind myself how blessed I truly am for having such an accepting family that loves me and supports me in all my decisions. Jake was one of those guys who always had it rough, and this little endeavor proved no different. How do I know this you may ask? Well, considering I was right beside him when he told his parents and older brother, it's hard to argue that this is simply a fabrication. I can still remember that day…

Chapter 1

It was a warm summer evening, the kind that is typical of the Hamptons of Long Island, New York in late July. Jake was wearing his salmon shorts, Sperry top-siders, and his navy Abercrombie shirt that fit his body oh-so-well. He's the type that is toned but not overly jacked, and quite slim. He has the most beautiful blue eyes and his dirty blonde hair would make anyone do a double take. I was wearing my simple cargo shorts and t-shirt; Jake gave me a complement saying how my "ensemble" of an appearance worked so well. That's another thing I love about Jake: his personality and how you can talk to him about anything. Like many other days that summer, we went and got ice cream at this great little rinky-dink parlor on the corner of town that nobody goes to. Not sure why though, it's wonderful! More for us I guess. So as we were sitting there at "The Snowflake" (that's what the parlor is called) we got to talking about how people shouldn't be closeted about their sexuality and stuff. Finally I asked him if he had told his parents about us, about him being gay for that matter, and he said no. I was a little shocked because, I mean, how hard must it be to have this special relationship with a person and not be able to be open about it with your family? So, after we had finished up at the ice cream parlor, we walked back to his summer house where his parents were watching TV and his brother, Chris was fixing up some chips. "Hey guys, how's it going?" Jakes dad asked as we closed the door behind us. "Oh, you know, just went to that great ice cream place and took a walk around town" answered Jake, "Did you know that the O'Connell's are selling their bookshop?" His dad looked somewhat shocked and said no, he hadn't. Neither had I, maybe it was because I was too focused on those cerulean blue eyes of Jake's…

"So what's up guys? What do you think you'll want for dinner?" Jake's dad asked, snapping me back to reality. "Anything's good", Jake answered. He looked to me for a different answer perhaps and I just nodded in agreement. Then I tilted my head in his parents' direction, trying to convince him to just tell them already! He nervously shook his head, "Dad we'll be in the basement if you need us", grabbed some chips and started walking towards the stairway. I followed him, a little surprised. His basement is one of the best places to hang out, situated about a 55'' flat screen television are the most plush sofas you can imagine, the faint aroma of construction still lingered since the Evans' just had it "tuned up" as Jake's dad put it. Finally we sat down and I looked at him intently. "What?" he asked. "When will you just tell them, it can't be a secret forever Jake." "I know, but… I just don't feel ready." He chewed on some more chips and it took all that I had not to lose it with those dimples of his. "Ok, tell you what, you tell them right now, and I'll be right beside you the whole way and finally you'll see there was nothing to worry about this entire time." He mulled it over in his head for a bit before finally saying "Ok, let's go." We ascended back up the stairs and I could tell by his slow pace that Jake wasn't anxious to get this over with. Once in the living room Jake got his parents and brother to sit down and I sat next to him. "Alright guys, this has been running through my head for a long time, this moment right now. I really can't put it any other way so I'll just say it, I'm gay."

"What?" his mom asked. "I said I'm gay" he repeated. I realized then that Jake had been holding my hand this entire time and despite the slight pain from his grip, I firmly kept my grasp. "You guys have always told me that you'd be accepting no matter what" his voice was starting to quiver now with emotion. I stroked his bare arm with the backs of my fingers and his family finally began piecing things together. "You mean you…you two…?" his dad asked with a slight chuckle of disbelief, "I don't believe this." "Yes, Mike and I are in love and have been for almost a year now; I figured it was about time to let you all know about that as well." Jake was near tears now, though I could see the smile starting to form on his lips, "We're happy together and want no secrets between ourselves and our families." His dad got up and walked out of the room with a face of utter disbelief while his mom and Chris stayed, occasionally exchanging glances at us then at each other in rapid succession. Finally Mrs. Evans got up saying "I still love you honey" pat Jake's knee then walked out of the room trailing behind where Jake's dad has just walked not 5 minutes ago. Chris shot me a look of anger and what seemed to be hatred and looked almost as if about to insult me when Jake stood up and told me to come on, and we left the house. "Well, that went…..well" I remarked. "Ha, yeah, just dandy." The sun was starting to get lower in the sky, how much time had we been at the house? "What should I do now?" my brave knight asked. "I'm not sure, but I'm so proud of you" and then I embraced him. I can't explain it, but I didn't want him to leave my side ever, and I truly did feel proud for what he did. "You were so brave Jake" I muttered in his ear. "Couldn't have done it without you" he replied, then, pulling away, "Let's get away from here, even if it is just for a few hours." And we were off, to where ever the rest of that day might take us…