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We’re 12 and going into high school. We’re both terrified and our hands are shaking as we walk up to the big gate together. It’s going to be so weird going from the top of the school right back down to the bottom again. And there’s so many pupils that we’ll have to make new friends. I don’t want new friends, I just want you.
We’re in different classes, now, too. Our mums said that they couldn’t always make sure we were together and that we had to learn to get along with new people at some point. And that point was now. I had no idea where I was going when we entered the hallway. Teachers and pupils were bustling about and I stuck to your side, my massive rucksack on my back being knocked about by other students. You’re also being pushed and shoved as we walk down the corridor and we end up having to split up to go to our separate classes.
I look at your with a sad expression on my face and you return it. “Bye,” I mumbled and bite my lip. You pull me into a hug and mumble ‘bye’ into my ear before pulling away and walking to the right while I walk to the left. I look back over my shoulder to see you walking away, your big backpack bouncing with each step you take.
I follow the map in my hands towards my homeroom and I find it too late. Homeroom has begun and I step into the classroom after other people have already arrived. The teacher smiles kindly at me anyway, knowing that it’s my first day and that I would have gotten lost.
She looks friendly. She’s a large woman with grey hair and she’s badly dressed. But that’s okay. She’s smiling and saying “hello, I’m Mrs Gardener. What’s your name?”
“Frank Iero,” I reply and she nods her head as she goes to the register to mark me down.
“Take a seat wherever you want,” she gestures to the classroom and I take a seat next to a girl with long dark brown hair.
“Hey,” I say as I sit and she smiles kindly at me.
“Hey, I’m Georgia,” she offers me and I reply with my name.
“What school did you come from?” she asks me and I tell her “Belleville Middle School. You?”
“St. Peter’s School.”
We continue with the small talk before Mrs Gardener begins talking about our lives at the high school. She tells us how we can always talk to her if we need anything – whether it’s school related or not – and about our timetables and all of that boring stuff. She hands out our time tables and me and Georgia notice that we’re in the same History and French class. That’s good – I won’t be completely alone then.
I miss Mikey as I sit there next to Georgia and I can’t help but wish that she was he – in the nicest way possible, of course. Georgia’s nice, she’s just not Mikey.
“Do you know anyone here?” Georgia asks me and I nod my head and tell her about Mikey.
She then tells me that she knows a couple of people, but they’re all in other classes.
The bell rings and the school day has begun. We have History first so Georgia and I walk there together. We get lost a few times but we manage to get there okay.
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The day has ended now and we’re not in any lessons together. We met up at break and lunch time and now we’re walking home together. You’re telling me about your first day and how it sucked without me and I’m telling you the same. I tell you about Georgia and our two classes together and you tell me about some boy called Harry and a girl called Louise. You’re in Math with Louise and Geography with Harry. I’m glad that you’re not completely alone.
We get to your house and you open the door for the both of us. Gerard is already home before us as we walked rather slowly as we talked and he’s on the Xbox in the living room, playing a war game. He’s shouting at the television and moving his whole body as he plays. It’s funny.
I follow you to your room where we dump our bags and sit on your bed. The cars that we used to play with are all put away, now. We don’t play with them anymore. And the sandbox in your garden has found a new home at the dump. It got grotty with muck from the rain and your parents had to throw it out before it gave us any infections.
You stand up and walk to the shelves that are held against your walls by brackets. You no longer share a room with Gerard so you have a single bed now that we can’t share because it’s too small. I still sleep round your house sometimes, not as often as before, and I get a blow up mattress that goes on your floor. It’s not as comfortable as your bed and it sometimes deflates when I’m on it, so that my butt touches the floor.
You reach for a comic book and you bring it back over to me. We lay on our stomachs on your bed, reading the comic. You’re a faster reader than me so you wait for me to finish the page before turning it to the next one.
Our shoulders are touching and I lean into you gently before resting my head on your shoulder. You place your head against mine quickly to acknowledge me before returning it back to its upright position. We read until your mum has made us dinner and we go downstairs to eat the spaghetti bolognese. I love your mum’s cooking.
We no longer need our plastic plates and plastic cups; we use the china and glass now. We slurp the long pasta into our mouths, getting the sauce everywhere and we laugh at each other when we’re done. Your lips are orange with the sauce and you tell me that so are mine. You even managed to get a bit of the sauce on your glasses and you wipe it off with a piece of kitchen roll your mum gives you.
She hands me a piece and I use it to rub at my mouth to try and get away the staining. Your lips are still slightly orange even after you’ve rubbed at them and I kind of want to kiss them. They’re pink and orange, the perfect combination of colours.
I knock away the thought. It would be weird if I kissed you. We’re both boys and even though we used to kiss each other when we were younger we’re in high school now. I don’t think it would be appreciated.
I miss being a child when I could press my mouth against yours sloppily and leave my saliva against your face. You would squeal and rub your mouth to get rid of my ‘germs’ but then you would kiss me and it would be fine.
We’re 12 now and boys kissing boys is not allowed.
Our parents never discouraged us from kissing each other, though. So maybe it is okay?
We get down from the table. Gerard’s a quicker eater now and doesn’t take longer because he knows that we’ve finished. He goes back to playing his video game and we go back to your bedroom. I’m staying the night even though it’s a school night. But it’s the first day of school and our parents knew that we weren’t in the same classes so they’re allowing it. They said that it wouldn’t be very often that we got to sleep over on school nights, though. This is kind of just a one-off.
We go back to reading comics until it is bedtime and your dad sets up the blow up bed for me and gets me a duvet and pillow. I thank him and change into my pyjamas as you do the same. We don’t sleep in pyjama tops anymore so I see your bare chest and you see mine. I also see your bare legs when you take your jeans off and you see mine. But boxers are still on so it’s okay! Even though I saw your penis when we were younger I don’t think it’s okay to see it now.
I have some hair down there, now. I don’t know if you do, too, because I haven’t mentioned it. We learnt about it in school so I know that it’s normal and everything. I just haven’t asked you. I want to, though. I want to know if we’ve reached puberty at the same age.
I ask you now because I’m tired and not thinking straight as I lie in bed with my eyes closed. You tell me that yes, you do have some pubic hair and I smile. I’m glad I’m not the only one.
“Night Frankie,” you say to me and I say the same back only with your name instead of mine.
We’re in different classes, now, too. Our mums said that they couldn’t always make sure we were together and that we had to learn to get along with new people at some point. And that point was now. I had no idea where I was going when we entered the hallway. Teachers and pupils were bustling about and I stuck to your side, my massive rucksack on my back being knocked about by other students. You’re also being pushed and shoved as we walk down the corridor and we end up having to split up to go to our separate classes.
I look at your with a sad expression on my face and you return it. “Bye,” I mumbled and bite my lip. You pull me into a hug and mumble ‘bye’ into my ear before pulling away and walking to the right while I walk to the left. I look back over my shoulder to see you walking away, your big backpack bouncing with each step you take.
I follow the map in my hands towards my homeroom and I find it too late. Homeroom has begun and I step into the classroom after other people have already arrived. The teacher smiles kindly at me anyway, knowing that it’s my first day and that I would have gotten lost.
She looks friendly. She’s a large woman with grey hair and she’s badly dressed. But that’s okay. She’s smiling and saying “hello, I’m Mrs Gardener. What’s your name?”
“Frank Iero,” I reply and she nods her head as she goes to the register to mark me down.
“Take a seat wherever you want,” she gestures to the classroom and I take a seat next to a girl with long dark brown hair.
“Hey,” I say as I sit and she smiles kindly at me.
“Hey, I’m Georgia,” she offers me and I reply with my name.
“What school did you come from?” she asks me and I tell her “Belleville Middle School. You?”
“St. Peter’s School.”
We continue with the small talk before Mrs Gardener begins talking about our lives at the high school. She tells us how we can always talk to her if we need anything – whether it’s school related or not – and about our timetables and all of that boring stuff. She hands out our time tables and me and Georgia notice that we’re in the same History and French class. That’s good – I won’t be completely alone then.
I miss Mikey as I sit there next to Georgia and I can’t help but wish that she was he – in the nicest way possible, of course. Georgia’s nice, she’s just not Mikey.
“Do you know anyone here?” Georgia asks me and I nod my head and tell her about Mikey.
She then tells me that she knows a couple of people, but they’re all in other classes.
The bell rings and the school day has begun. We have History first so Georgia and I walk there together. We get lost a few times but we manage to get there okay.
--
The day has ended now and we’re not in any lessons together. We met up at break and lunch time and now we’re walking home together. You’re telling me about your first day and how it sucked without me and I’m telling you the same. I tell you about Georgia and our two classes together and you tell me about some boy called Harry and a girl called Louise. You’re in Math with Louise and Geography with Harry. I’m glad that you’re not completely alone.
We get to your house and you open the door for the both of us. Gerard is already home before us as we walked rather slowly as we talked and he’s on the Xbox in the living room, playing a war game. He’s shouting at the television and moving his whole body as he plays. It’s funny.
I follow you to your room where we dump our bags and sit on your bed. The cars that we used to play with are all put away, now. We don’t play with them anymore. And the sandbox in your garden has found a new home at the dump. It got grotty with muck from the rain and your parents had to throw it out before it gave us any infections.
You stand up and walk to the shelves that are held against your walls by brackets. You no longer share a room with Gerard so you have a single bed now that we can’t share because it’s too small. I still sleep round your house sometimes, not as often as before, and I get a blow up mattress that goes on your floor. It’s not as comfortable as your bed and it sometimes deflates when I’m on it, so that my butt touches the floor.
You reach for a comic book and you bring it back over to me. We lay on our stomachs on your bed, reading the comic. You’re a faster reader than me so you wait for me to finish the page before turning it to the next one.
Our shoulders are touching and I lean into you gently before resting my head on your shoulder. You place your head against mine quickly to acknowledge me before returning it back to its upright position. We read until your mum has made us dinner and we go downstairs to eat the spaghetti bolognese. I love your mum’s cooking.
We no longer need our plastic plates and plastic cups; we use the china and glass now. We slurp the long pasta into our mouths, getting the sauce everywhere and we laugh at each other when we’re done. Your lips are orange with the sauce and you tell me that so are mine. You even managed to get a bit of the sauce on your glasses and you wipe it off with a piece of kitchen roll your mum gives you.
She hands me a piece and I use it to rub at my mouth to try and get away the staining. Your lips are still slightly orange even after you’ve rubbed at them and I kind of want to kiss them. They’re pink and orange, the perfect combination of colours.
I knock away the thought. It would be weird if I kissed you. We’re both boys and even though we used to kiss each other when we were younger we’re in high school now. I don’t think it would be appreciated.
I miss being a child when I could press my mouth against yours sloppily and leave my saliva against your face. You would squeal and rub your mouth to get rid of my ‘germs’ but then you would kiss me and it would be fine.
We’re 12 now and boys kissing boys is not allowed.
Our parents never discouraged us from kissing each other, though. So maybe it is okay?
We get down from the table. Gerard’s a quicker eater now and doesn’t take longer because he knows that we’ve finished. He goes back to playing his video game and we go back to your bedroom. I’m staying the night even though it’s a school night. But it’s the first day of school and our parents knew that we weren’t in the same classes so they’re allowing it. They said that it wouldn’t be very often that we got to sleep over on school nights, though. This is kind of just a one-off.
We go back to reading comics until it is bedtime and your dad sets up the blow up bed for me and gets me a duvet and pillow. I thank him and change into my pyjamas as you do the same. We don’t sleep in pyjama tops anymore so I see your bare chest and you see mine. I also see your bare legs when you take your jeans off and you see mine. But boxers are still on so it’s okay! Even though I saw your penis when we were younger I don’t think it’s okay to see it now.
I have some hair down there, now. I don’t know if you do, too, because I haven’t mentioned it. We learnt about it in school so I know that it’s normal and everything. I just haven’t asked you. I want to, though. I want to know if we’ve reached puberty at the same age.
I ask you now because I’m tired and not thinking straight as I lie in bed with my eyes closed. You tell me that yes, you do have some pubic hair and I smile. I’m glad I’m not the only one.
“Night Frankie,” you say to me and I say the same back only with your name instead of mine.
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