This Is What Love Is
A little introduction to the story...What\'s the meaning of true love? Some say that it\'s the love you feel for someone you could spend the rest of your life with. Guess I\'d go with that one, if I were to choose something to go with. This story is about true love between two youths who found true love, but of another kind. They surpassed mates, or family, or best friends forever. There really isn't a word to describe it except for true love. It is a true story, and as such it has the ups and downs, good times and bad, as it is in real life. I hope you enjoy this story.
This story is dedicated in loving memory of:
Seth Alexander Martins
Sept. 19, 1986- Nov. 14, 2007
Christopher Patrick O'Neill
June 14, 1989- Nov. 17, 2007
The History-Short Intro to a Short Series
First day of school, always a terrible and awkward phase in one's life. Especially being new in the state and in a whole new school without friends or anything. The bus ride was even worse, everyone staring at me, a wide-eyed little husky at the age of six. No one letting me sit by them with the words that we all know all to well "Seats taken" or "seats saved". Feeling very small and alone as I walked down that bus trying to find a seat with those words ringing in my ears all down the line.
"You can sit here if you like," a voice called to me a few seats up. I jumped at the opportunity and rushed over to sit by the new friend. Staring at a soft and fluffy looking black wolf.
"I'm Seth, what's your name?" the wolf asked.
"I'm Zack." I said quietly, being the extremely shy pup that I was at that age.
"You wanna be my friend?" He asked quietly still looking at me with a wide smile. I nod at his question, finally letting out a smile of my own, happy that I gained a new friend.
From there our friendship blossomed. And even though he was three grades up from me, we still found time to meet. Whether it was on the playground, at lunch, or on the bus we found time to talk about the day's events. Every weekend we were together and spent the night at each other's houses. We even formed our own little boy band and sung backstreet boys songs for our loving audience, a.k.a. our parents.
Looking back, I could say that we were in love. But we don't know what love is at that age. All we know is our best friend is what will go swimming in the creek with us, the person that will invite you over to every single one of his birth day parties and even have us blow out his candles. We'd hold hands when we walked together, we'd hug and even kiss on occasion, even though our parents told us not to and even made attempts to keep us apart. What do little boys know of love... of the feeling to be with someone that makes you feel, the way I did when I was with him.
Things went beautifully with Seth and I, until that day that he had to go on to middle school. I cried that day and I didn't even go to school I was so torn up about it. Sure I had other friends, but no one could measure up to Seth. No one could make me happy like he did. No one was Seth!
We didn't let that tear us apart, we still saw each other constantly. I even joined the swim team just to be with him. Sure I enjoyed the swimming, but it was all for him.
Since the sixth grade had I noticed my attraction to the boys in my class. Unknown urges to do unknown things with them. I didn't understand myself. Was I wrong to like other boys? Why didn't I feel the same towards the girls in my class? Sure I had some admirers, and a couple of those cute elementary school relationships. But I didn't feel the same for them.
Finally in the ninth grade, I came to terms with myself being gay. I needed to tell someone about it... Not my parents, they would kill me. I finally decided to tell Seth.
That night was the hardest night in my life. We were sitting around in his room, I was playing Mario 64 and he was up on his bed playing around with his guitar.
"Seth," I nervously fiddled around with the controller to his Nintendo 64.
"I have something to tell you." I looked up to him on his bed doing his homework, his blue eyes staring down to me with interest in what I was about to divulge to him.
"I... I don't know how to say this... but I'm gay." Tears starting to roll down my cheeks, fearing his reaction. I looked up at him seeing not a look of complete shock. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just dropped the controller and was about to storm out of the room, tears now flowing out of me like a river, and head to his mother who was cleaning up after dinner. "Mrs. Martins could you take me home please?" She looked at me confused and dried her hands on the towel that was there, noticing the tears and kneeling down to me.
"Is everything ok? What happened?" She reached up and wiped away my tears, and gave a glare to Seth who was standing in the doorway.
"What were you two doing?" Continuing her glare at her son.
"Nothing mom, we were just playing around." I looked over at him, seeing that the look was gone and decided to fib as well.
"Ya, we were just playing around." Sniffling a little and heading over to Seth. His mother looking at us both, and shook her head with that look.
"All right. You two better be careful from now on. Ok?" We both nod in agreement. And head back to his room.
Once inside he quickly turned around and closed the door and locked it. I stared at him wide eyed, scared at what was going to happen next. Walking up to me he put a paw on my shoulder.
"Why did you run out? Did you think I would be angry?" I nodded a bit at his question, getting a sigh and a tight hug in response. Completely taken off guard by the hug all I could do was hug him back.
"Well I'm not angry. I'm happy that you could tell me." He said, breaking the hug and holding my muzzle looking deep in my eyes. I suddenly feel something between us, something unspoken between us that told me that we would be best friends for ever.
"And besides, I have something to tell you." I look at him curiously at what he's going to say next.
"I'm gay too." He smiles down at me as I look up at him, totally shocked at finding out that my best friend was gay too. Fiercely blushing at the moment of awkward silence that came over us.
"I... uh... I don't know what to say." Totally stuttering trying to find the right words of how to explain to him of how I felt.
"Then don't say anything..." With that he pulled my muzzle to his, giving to me my first passionate kiss with the one that I loved since the first day of the first grade. All I could do was close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of his body against mine, and his tongue running over mine. We broke the kiss after what seemed an eternity, both of us panting and staring into each other's eyes.
"Seth... I think I love you. I've loved you since the first day we met." Taking his paw into mine.
To be continued