Ah, Mister Andrews," said the princ

Ah, Mister Andrews," said the principal. "I believe you know Mrs. Hunt."

I greeted the crying woman and then sat nervously in the chair next to her.
A thousand thoughts flooded my mind. The silence hung heavy. AKU M
fidgeted with my fingers, shifting nervously in my chair.

"You're not in any trouble," Mister Ferguson assured me. "Mrs. Hunt is
here because she believes Conner has run away from home. Dia tidak datang
home last night."

"Please," Mrs. Hunt cried. "If you know anything, anything at all."

"I ... I ... don't know where ... I mean, I haven't really talked to him
since ..."

"Yes," said Mrs. Hunt. "He was bothered that you two had a fight or
sesuatu. "

"What happened, Mrs. Hunt," the principal interrupted. "Did anything
happen at home that might have caused your son to run away?"

"I know he was upset because he was suspended from the team. He loves
bola kaki. I know he took that hard."

"He does love football," I informed the principal. "I was tutoring him in
math so he could stay on the team."

That's when I remembered how his father was always on him about staying on
tim. I could hear his father's stern voice in my head. How that
whole situation made Conner really nervous. Like he was afraid to
disappoint his father.

"I don't want to intrude," I spoke up.

"No, what is it?" replied Mrs. Hunt.

"How did Mr. Hunt take the news about Conner's suspension from the team?"

"I don't know. I was at an exercise class when my husband came home. He
travels a lot in his job. He got in Sunday afternoon. When I got home,
Conner had left. I thought he went to a friend's house. Now that I think
about it, my husband was acting distant that night."

"Has," I started, and then hesitated. "Has Mr. Hunt ever hit Conner?"

Mrs. Hunt looked into the tissue folded in her hands on her lap. Lebih lagi
tears swelled in her eyes. Her silence, her hesitation clearly answered
pertanyaan.

"He's a good man," she defended. "He gets stressed from his job. He only
wants the best for Conner."

"Mrs. Hunt," the principal asked sternly. "Has your husband ever hit your
son?"

"Yes," she said softly.

"Abusively?" the principal continued.

"He never meant to hurt Conner," Mrs. Hunt broke down into tears.

"Thank you, Tyler," Mister Ferguson said to me as he picked up the phone.
"Ms. Jackson, get me the police."

I shut the door quietly behind me. Walking past Ms. Jackson's desk, I saw
her dialing the police as instructed. I held back my tears. Hatiku
broke for Conner. He is such a wonderful person. How could a father abuse
his son ... over football? My body shivered stressfully as I thought of my
own dad beating me when I broke the news of being gay. He must be feeling
that same stress.

Stres.

Like a bolt of lightening, I knew where Conner was. Although school still
had a few more hours before the day would be over, I ran out the front
doors. I retrieved my bicycle and pedaled off in the direction of the
taman. Conner went to his treehouse, his secret treehouse, when he was
menekankan.

I couldn't pedal fast enough. Several times my feet rolled off the pedals.
I hastily recovered and continued, speeding past stop signs and through
stoplights. From our many talks, I know he had been through a lot. Tadi saya
sure he had to be there.

I raced through the park and past the 'no bicycles' sign onto the dirt path
that led into the woods. Trying to spot familiar landmarks, I skidded to a
berhenti. Letting my bike fall to the ground, I ran into the thicket of trees.
Wanting to get to the treehouse, I was hit severely in the face, an arm,
and right on my junk by branches that jutted out in this direction and
itu.

Finally, I came into the clearing!


(((((5)))))

To my horror, I saw Conner sitting on a limb of the tree, one that
supported his treehouse. Tied around the branch was a rope, its end was
wrapped around Conner's neck. Conner sat on the branch, shoulders
slouched, staring into his lap. He must have heard me running, because he
looked up at me sadly.

"Why did you come?" tanyanya lembut.

"Kenapa?" I questioned, trying to catch my breadth.

Conner looked down at me. I could see on the ground, he had cut up his
football jacket. His feet dangled. He looked up at the treetops,
breathing in deeply.

"What's the use?" tanyanya. "I played football ..."

"I know," I interrupted. "You love football."

"No," he said plainly, shaking his head. "I played because my dad loved
football."

"Shit," I said, realizing Conner was, like me, living a secret life.
"Please meet me in the treehouse ... so we can talk."

"Kenapa?" he scoffed.

"Because," I said, raw emotion swelling in me, "because, I love you."

I went over to the rope ladder and climbed it cautiously. I begged Conner
again to come into the treehouse. I needed to talk to him. To my relief,
he loosened the noose about his neck and slid over the branch and came into
the treehouse. I gasped as I saw Conner close up. My bruises were nothing
compared to his.

"Your father do that?" Saya bertanya.

Conner nodded. I scooted over and sat next to him. To comfort him, I put
my arm around his shoulder. He leaned his head into chest, and started to
menangis. I rocked him a while, letting him vent fully his emotions. Dia
finally wiped his eyes and nose with his left hand.

"Must think I'm weird," he said looking up at me.

"I don't," I assured him. "Life makes me cry sometimes too."

"You said you love me," Conner said. "I have heard that a lot from people.
But I always suspected it was not me, but what I was, they loved."

"Not me," I added. "I love you no matter what balls you play with."

We both laughed and then stretched against one of the walls. I allowed him
to relax in the silence that enveloped between us. I reached my hand over,
and placed it on top of his. I squeezed his hand firmly, a show of
dorongan. He sniffed a few times, wiping his eyes.

"What will happen now?" Conner asked.

"Before I left the principal's office," I started.

"What were you ... "

"Your mom was there trying to find out where you might be. During our
talk, she let it out that your dad was physically abusive to you. Ketika Aku
was leaving, Ferguson was getting the police involved. I think your dad's
going to be away for a while."

"Damn," Conner responded. "But that's not what I meant."

"Hah?"

"I meant, what will happen with us?" he asked raising our bonded hands.

Aku tersenyum. He firmly squeezed my hand back.

"Can I be honest?" Saya bertanya.

"Of course."

"When you ran out of here a few weeks ago before we actually ... you know.
Well, I saw the trunk over there and looked through it."

"Oh," he said. "You found my porn and shit?"

"Ya," kataku. "But even more, I found a notebook with pictures drawn in
saya t. "

I went over to the chest and took out the notebook. I flipped to the pages
that had the pictures of the butterflies and flowers in various stages of
mekar. I turned the notebook to him. He looked up at me.

"You recognized it?" tanyanya.

"How long after our talk did you do these?"

"Shit, the next couple of days in class."

"That's the real reason you were avoiding me. Because if you avoided me,
you wouldn't have to face ..." I stopped. I then pointed at the page.
"Which flower is you? I mean right now."

Conner swallowed hard. To point to a particular flower would be to admit
he had feelings for me. He raised his finger to the page, letting it fall
on a full bloom.

"You know, flowers close at night. I think I was living in the night, and
it's hard to see when it'a dark. I was not admitting to myself who I was
and was not. But I think the daylight has come. Saya melihat sekarang. Clearly."

"Apa yang kau lihat?" Saya bertanya.

Conner looked into my eyes, into my soul. He scooted next to me and
wrapped his arms around me. Our hearts beat together, thumping a song all
mereka sendiri. He pulled me close to him. He moved in, pressing his lips
bibirku. I wrapped my arms around him as we laid back onto the wooden
floor of the treehouse.

I was lost in a world that knew only love, and shared it willingly with
this beautiful boy. His mouth opened and our tongues met, playfully poking
and swirling around each other. Our saliva mixed, allowing us to become
intoxicated by the taste of love. Our hands caressed each other's body.
He ran his hands through my long hair. He broke the kiss, looking at me.

"Thank you," he whispered, "for being patient with me and not flitting off
to another flower."

"You knew I was talking about you?"

"Yeah," he confessed. "Or, at least, I hoped."

We laughed a little. Holding our embrace, we kiss each other passionately.
He moved to different areas of my face; kissing my forehead, nibbling on
my earlobe. My body was alive for the first time in my young life. Tadi saya
comfortable, I was happy.

"Someone's getting worked up," Conner said, rubbing his hand over my crotch.

"You would be fulfilling a dream," I said.

"You think about me when you're ..."

"Ya."

"Well, since we're being honest, I have fantasized about you too."

"Make love to me," I whispered.

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Ah, Mister Andrews, "kata kepala sekolah. "Saya percaya Anda tahu Ibu Hunt."Aku disambut wanita menangis dan kemudian duduk gugup di kursi di sampingnya. Seribu pikiran membanjiri pikiran saya. Keheningan tergantung berat. AKU Mfidgeted dengan jari saya, pergeseran gugup di kursi saya."Anda tidak dalam setiap masalah," Mister Ferguson meyakinkan saya. "Ibu Hunt adalahdi sini karena dia percaya Conner telah melarikan diri dari rumah. Dia tidak datangrumah semalam.""Please," berburu ibu menangis. "Jika Anda tahu apa-apa, apa pun sama sekali.""I ... ... Tidak tahu di mana... Maksudku, aku benar-benar belum berbicara dengannyakarena... ""Ya," kata ibu Hunt. "Dia adalah terganggu bahwa kalian berdua bertengkar atausesuatu. ""Apa yang terjadi, ibu Hunt," kepala terganggu. "Melakukan sesuatuterjadi di rumah yang mungkin menyebabkan anak Anda melarikan diri?"Aku tahu ia adalah marah karena ia diskors dari tim. Dia mencintaibola kaki. Aku tahu dia mengambil yang keras.""Dia mencintai sepak bola," saya memberitahu kepala sekolah. "Saya adalah Les dia dalammatematika sehingga dia bisa tinggal di tim."Saat itulah aku ingat bagaimana ayahnya selalu kepadanya tentang tinggal ditim. Aku bisa mendengar suara keras ayahnya di kepalaku. Bagaimana ituseluruh situasi membuat Conner benar-benar gugup. Seperti ia takut untukmengecewakan ayahnya."Saya tidak ingin mengganggu," saya berbicara."Tidak, ada apa?" jawab ibu Hunt."Bagaimana Apakah Mr Hunt mengambil berita tentang Conner di suspensi dari tim?""Saya tidak tahu. Aku berada di kelas latihan ketika suami saya datang rumah. Diatravels a lot in his job. He got in Sunday afternoon. When I got home,Conner had left. I thought he went to a friend's house. Now that I thinkabout it, my husband was acting distant that night.""Has," I started, and then hesitated. "Has Mr. Hunt ever hit Conner?"Mrs. Hunt looked into the tissue folded in her hands on her lap. Lebih lagitears swelled in her eyes. Her silence, her hesitation clearly answeredpertanyaan."He's a good man," she defended. "He gets stressed from his job. He onlywants the best for Conner.""Mrs. Hunt," the principal asked sternly. "Has your husband ever hit yourson?""Yes," she said softly."Abusively?" the principal continued."He never meant to hurt Conner," Mrs. Hunt broke down into tears."Thank you, Tyler," Mister Ferguson said to me as he picked up the phone. "Ms. Jackson, get me the police."I shut the door quietly behind me. Walking past Ms. Jackson's desk, I sawher dialing the police as instructed. I held back my tears. Hatikubroke for Conner. He is such a wonderful person. How could a father abusehis son ... over football? My body shivered stressfully as I thought of myown dad beating me when I broke the news of being gay. He must be feelingthat same stress.Stres.Like a bolt of lightening, I knew where Conner was. Although school stillhad a few more hours before the day would be over, I ran out the frontdoors. I retrieved my bicycle and pedaled off in the direction of thetaman. Conner went to his treehouse, his secret treehouse, when he wasmenekankan.I couldn't pedal fast enough. Several times my feet rolled off the pedals. I hastily recovered and continued, speeding past stop signs and throughstoplights. From our many talks, I know he had been through a lot. Tadi sayasure he had to be there.I raced through the park and past the 'no bicycles' sign onto the dirt paththat led into the woods. Trying to spot familiar landmarks, I skidded to aberhenti. Letting my bike fall to the ground, I ran into the thicket of trees. Wanting to get to the treehouse, I was hit severely in the face, an arm,and right on my junk by branches that jutted out in this direction anditu.Finally, I came into the clearing!(((((5)))))To my horror, I saw Conner sitting on a limb of the tree, one thatsupported his treehouse. Tied around the branch was a rope, its end waswrapped around Conner's neck. Conner sat on the branch, shouldersslouched, staring into his lap. He must have heard me running, because helooked up at me sadly."Why did you come?" tanyanya lembut."Kenapa?" I questioned, trying to catch my breadth.Conner looked down at me. I could see on the ground, he had cut up hisfootball jacket. His feet dangled. He looked up at the treetops,breathing in deeply."What's the use?" tanyanya. "I played football ...""I know," I interrupted. "You love football.""No," he said plainly, shaking his head. "I played because my dad lovedfootball.""Shit," I said, realizing Conner was, like me, living a secret life. "Please meet me in the treehouse ... so we can talk.""Kenapa?" he scoffed."Because," I said, raw emotion swelling in me, "because, I love you."I went over to the rope ladder and climbed it cautiously. I begged Conneragain to come into the treehouse. I needed to talk to him. To my relief,he loosened the noose about his neck and slid over the branch and came intothe treehouse. I gasped as I saw Conner close up. My bruises were nothingcompared to his."Your father do that?" Saya bertanya.Conner nodded. I scooted over and sat next to him. To comfort him, I putmy arm around his shoulder. He leaned his head into chest, and started tomenangis. I rocked him a while, letting him vent fully his emotions. Diafinally wiped his eyes and nose with his left hand."Must think I'm weird," he said looking up at me."I don't," I assured him. "Life makes me cry sometimes too.""You said you love me," Conner said. "I have heard that a lot from people. But I always suspected it was not me, but what I was, they loved.""Not me," I added. "I love you no matter what balls you play with."We both laughed and then stretched against one of the walls. I allowed himto relax in the silence that enveloped between us. I reached my hand over,and placed it on top of his. I squeezed his hand firmly, a show ofdorongan. He sniffed a few times, wiping his eyes."What will happen now?" Conner asked."Before I left the principal's office," I started."What were you ... ""Your mom was there trying to find out where you might be. During ourtalk, she let it out that your dad was physically abusive to you. Ketika Akuwas leaving, Ferguson was getting the police involved. I think your dad'sgoing to be away for a while.""Damn," Conner responded. "But that's not what I meant.""Hah?""I meant, what will happen with us?" he asked raising our bonded hands.Aku tersenyum. He firmly squeezed my hand back."Can I be honest?" Saya bertanya."Of course.""When you ran out of here a few weeks ago before we actually ... you know. Well, I saw the trunk over there and looked through it.""Oh," he said. "You found my porn and shit?""Ya," kataku. "But even more, I found a notebook with pictures drawn insaya t. "I went over to the chest and took out the notebook. I flipped to the pagesthat had the pictures of the butterflies and flowers in various stages ofmekar. I turned the notebook to him. He looked up at me."You recognized it?" tanyanya."How long after our talk did you do these?""Shit, the next couple of days in class.""That's the real reason you were avoiding me. Because if you avoided me,you wouldn't have to face ..." I stopped. I then pointed at the page. "Which flower is you? I mean right now."Conner swallowed hard. To point to a particular flower would be to admithe had feelings for me. He raised his finger to the page, letting it fallon a full bloom."You know, flowers close at night. I think I was living in the night, andit's hard to see when it'a dark. I was not admitting to myself who I wasand was not. But I think the daylight has come. Saya melihat sekarang. Clearly.""Apa yang kau lihat?" Saya bertanya.Conner looked into my eyes, into my soul. He scooted next to me andwrapped his arms around me. Our hearts beat together, thumping a song allmereka sendiri. He pulled me close to him. He moved in, pressing his lipsbibirku. I wrapped my arms around him as we laid back onto the woodenfloor of the treehouse.I was lost in a world that knew only love, and shared it willingly withthis beautiful boy. His mouth opened and our tongues met, playfully pokingand swirling around each other. Our saliva mixed, allowing us to becomeintoxicated by the taste of love. Our hands caressed each other's body. He ran his hands through my long hair. He broke the kiss, looking at me."Thank you," he whispered, "for being patient with me and not flitting offto another flower.""You knew I was talking about you?""Yeah," he confessed. "Or, at least, I hoped."We laughed a little. Holding our embrace, we kiss each other passionately. He moved to different areas of my face; kissing my forehead, nibbling onmy earlobe. My body was alive for the first time in my young life. Tadi sayanyaman, aku merasa senang."Seseorang mendapatkan bekerja," kata Conner, mengusap tangannya atas selangkangan saya."Anda akan dapat memenuhi mimpi," kataku."Anda berpikir tentang saya saat Anda...""Ya.""Yah, karena kita sedang jujur, saya memiliki berkhayal tentang Anda juga.""Membuat senang saya," bisikku.

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Ah, Pak Andrews, "kata kepala sekolah." Saya yakin Anda tahu Mrs. Hunt. " Aku menyapa wanita menangis dan kemudian duduk gelisah di kursi sebelahnya. Seribu pikiran membanjiri pikiran saya. Keheningan menggantung berat. AKU M gelisah dengan jari-jari saya, pergeseran gugup di kursi saya. "Kau tidak masalah," Pak Ferguson meyakinkan saya. "Mrs. Hunt di sini karena dia percaya Conner telah melarikan diri dari rumah. Dia TIDAK Datang rumah tadi malam. " "Silakan," teriak Mrs. Hunt. "Jika Anda tahu apa-apa, apa-apa." "Aku ... aku ... tidak tahu di mana ... Maksudku, aku haven 't benar-benar berbicara dengannya sejak ... " "Ya," kata Mrs. Hunt. "Dia terganggu bahwa kalian berdua bertengkar atau Sesuatu. " "Apa yang terjadi, Bu Hunt," kepala sekolah terganggu. "Apakah sesuatu terjadi di rumah yang mungkin menyebabkan anak Anda untuk melarikan diri? " "Aku tahu dia marah karena dia diskors dari tim. Dia mencintai bola kesemek. Aku tahu ia mengambil sulit. " "Dia cinta sepak bola," aku memberitahu kepala sekolah. "Saya les dia dalam matematika sehingga ia bisa tetap berada di tim. " Saat itulah aku ingat bagaimana ayahnya selalu dia tentang tinggal di tim. Aku bisa mendengar suara keras ayahnya di kepala saya. Bagaimana itu seluruh situasi membuat Conner benar-benar gugup. Seperti dia takut mengecewakan ayahnya. "Aku tidak ingin mengganggu," aku angkat bicara. "Tidak, apa yang itu? "jawab Mrs. Hunt. "Bagaimana Pak berburu mengambil berita tentang suspensi Conner dari tim?" "Aku tidak tahu. Aku berada di kelas olahraga ketika suami saya pulang. Dia banyak bepergian dalam pekerjaannya. Dia masuk hari Minggu sore. Ketika aku sampai di rumah, Conner telah meninggalkan. Aku pikir dia pergi ke rumah teman. Sekarang aku berpikir tentang hal itu, suami saya bertindak jauh malam itu. " "Apakah," Saya mulai, dan kemudian ragu-ragu. "Apakah Bapak berburu pernah memukul Conner?" Mrs. Berburu melihat ke dalam jaringan dilipat di tangannya pada dirinya lap. LEBIH Lagi air mata membengkak di matanya. diam nya, ragu-ragu dengan jelas menjawab Pertanyaan. "Dia orang yang baik," dia membela. "Dia akan menekankan dari pekerjaannya. Ia hanya menginginkan yang terbaik untuk Conner. " "Mrs. Hunt, "kepala sekolah bertanya tegas." Apakah suami Anda pernah memukul Anda anak? " "Ya," katanya pelan. "menghina?" kepala sekolah terus. "Dia tidak pernah dimaksudkan untuk menyakiti Conner," Mrs. berburu mogok menangis . "Terima kasih, Tyler," Pak Ferguson mengatakan kepada saya sambil mengangkat telepon. "Ms. Jackson, mendapatkan saya polisi. " Aku menutup pintu diam-diam di belakang saya. Berjalan melewati meja Ms. Jackson, aku melihat dia memanggil polisi seperti yang diperintahkan. Aku menahan air mataku. Hatiku pecah untuk Conner. Dia adalah seperti orang yang indah. Bagaimana mungkin seorang ayah penyalahgunaan anaknya ... atas sepak bola? Tubuhku menggigil stressfully karena saya pikir saya ayah sendiri memukuli saya ketika saya menyampaikan kabar menjadi gay. Dia harus merasa bahwa stres yang sama. Stres. Seperti sambaran kilat , saya tahu di mana Conner adalah. Meskipun sekolah masih memiliki beberapa jam sebelum hari akan berakhir, aku berlari keluar depan pintu. Aku mengambil sepeda dan mengayuh ke arah dari taman. Conner pergi ke rumah pohon, nya treehouse rahasia, ketika ia menekankan. Aku tidak bisa mengayuh cukup cepat. Beberapa kali kaki saya berguling dari pedal. Aku buru-buru pulih dan melanjutkan, mempercepat tanda berhenti lalu dan melalui lampu merah. Dari banyak pembicaraan kami, aku tahu dia telah melalui banyak. Tadi Saya yakin dia harus berada di sana. Aku berlari melalui taman dan melewati tanda 'no sepeda' ke jalan tanah yang menuju ke hutan. Mencoba untuk menemukan landmark akrab, saya tergelincir ke Berhenti. Membiarkan sepeda saya jatuh ke tanah, aku berlari ke semak pohon. Ingin mendapatkan rumah pohon, saya dipukul parah di wajah, lengan, dan tepat di sampah saya dengan cabang-cabang yang menjorok keluar ke arah ini dan ITU. Akhirnya, saya datang ke tanah kosong itu! (((((5))))) Dengan ngeri, aku melihat Conner duduk di dahan pohon, yang didukung treehouse nya. Diikatkan di cabang itu tali, akhirnya telah melilit leher Conner. Conner duduk di cabang, bahu membungkuk, menatap ke pangkuannya. Dia pasti sudah mendengar saya berjalan, karena ia menatapku sedih. "Mengapa Anda datang?" tanyanya Lembut. "Kenapa?" Saya mempertanyakan, mencoba menangkap luasnya saya. Conner menatap saya. Aku bisa melihat di tanah, ia memotong nya jaket sepak bola. Kakinya menggantung. Dia menatap puncak pohon, bernapas dalam-dalam. "Apa gunanya?" tanyanya. "Saya bermain sepak bola ..." "Aku tahu," aku menyela. "Kau mencintai sepakbola." "Tidak," katanya terus terang sambil menggelengkan kepala. "Saya bermain karena ayah saya mencintai sepak bola. " "Sial," kataku, menyadari Conner adalah, seperti saya, hidup rahasia. "Tolong temui aku di rumah pohon ... jadi kita bisa bicara." "Kenapa?" ejeknya. "Karena," kataku, emosi yang bengkak di saya, "karena, aku mencintaimu." Aku pergi ke tangga tali dan naik dengan hati-hati. Aku memohon Conner lagi untuk datang ke rumah pohon. Aku harus berbicara dengannya. Saya lega, ia melonggarkan jerat lehernya dan meluncur di cabang dan masuk ke rumah pohon. Aku tersentak saat aku melihat Conner menutup. Memar saya tidak dibandingkan dengan-Nya. "Ayahmu melakukan itu?" Saya bertanya. Conner mengangguk. Aku berlari dan duduk di sampingnya. Untuk menghiburnya, aku meletakkan tanganku di bahunya. Ia menyandarkan kepalanya ke dada, dan mulai Menangis. Aku mengguncang dia beberapa saat, membiarkan dia melampiaskan emosinya sepenuhnya. Dia akhirnya mengusap mata dan hidungnya dengan tangan kirinya. "Harus berpikir aku aneh," katanya menatapku. "Aku tidak," aku meyakinkannya. "Hidup membuat saya menangis kadang-kadang juga." "Kau bilang kau mencintaiku," kata Conner. "Saya telah mendengar bahwa banyak dari orang-orang. Tapi aku selalu curiga itu bukan saya, tapi apa yang saya, mereka mencintai. " "Bukan aku," aku menambahkan. "Aku mencintaimu tidak peduli apa bola Anda bermain dengan." Kami berdua tertawa dan kemudian membentang terhadap salah satu dinding. Aku memungkinkan dia untuk bersantai di keheningan yang menyelimuti antara kami. Aku mencapai tanganku di atas, dan meletakkannya di atas nya. Aku meremas tangannya tegas, untuk menunjukkan dorongan. Dia mengendus beberapa kali, menyeka matanya. "Apa yang akan terjadi sekarang?" Tanya Conner. "Sebelum saya meninggalkan kantor kepala sekolah," aku mulai. "Apa yang kau ..." "Ibumu ada di sana berusaha untuk mencari tahu di mana Anda mungkin. Selama kami bicara, dia membiarkannya bahwa ayahmu secara fisik kasar kepada Anda. Ketika Aku pergi, Ferguson semakin polisi yang terlibat. Saya pikir ayahmu akan pergi untuk sementara waktu. " "Sialan," Conner menjawab. "Tapi bukan itu yang saya maksudkan." "Hah?" "Maksudku, apa yang akan terjadi dengan kita?" tanyanya mengangkat tangan kami terikat. Aku Tersenyum. Dia tegas meremas tanganku kembali. "Dapatkah saya jujur?" Saya bertanya. "Tentu saja." "Ketika Anda kehabisan sini beberapa minggu yang lalu sebelum kita benar-benar ... kau tahu. Nah, saya melihat bagasi di sana dan melihat melalui itu. " "Oh," katanya. "Kau menemukan porno dan kotoran saya?" "Ya," Kataku. "Tapi bahkan lebih, saya menemukan sebuah notebook dengan gambar yang diambil di Saya t. " Aku pergi ke dada dan mengeluarkan notebook. Aku membalik ke halaman yang memiliki gambar kupu-kupu dan bunga dalam berbagai tahap mekar. Aku berbalik notebook kepadanya. Dia menatap saya. "Anda mengenalinya?" tanyanya. "Berapa lama setelah pembicaraan kami kau lakukan ini?" "Sial, yang beberapa hari di kelas." "Itulah alasan sebenarnya kau menghindari aku. Karena jika Anda menghindari saya, Anda tidak akan harus menghadapi. .. "Aku berhenti. Saya kemudian menunjuk halaman. "Yang bunga adalah Anda? Maksudku sekarang." Conner menelan ludah. Untuk menunjukkan bunga tertentu akan mengakui dia memiliki perasaan untuk saya. Dia mengangkat jarinya ke halaman, membiarkannya jatuh di mekar penuh. "Kau tahu, bunga dekat di malam hari. Saya pikir saya tinggal di malam hari, dan sulit untuk melihat ketika it'a gelap. Aku tidak mengakui diriku siapa aku dan tidak. Tapi saya pikir siang hari telah datang. Saya Melihat hal sekarang. Jelas. " "Apa Yang Kau Pembersih lihat?" Saya bertanya. Conner menatap mataku, ke dalam jiwa saya. Dia berlari di samping saya dan memeluk saya. Hati kami bersama-sama mengalahkan, berdebar lagu semua mereka Sendiri. Dia menarikku dekat dengannya. Dia pindah, menekan bibirnya bibirku. Aku memeluk saya di sekelilingnya seperti kita santai ke kayu lantai rumah pohon. Aku tersesat di dunia yang hanya tahu cinta, dan berbagi rela dengan anak yang indah ini. Mulutnya terbuka dan lidah kami bertemu, bercanda menusuk dan berputar-putar di sekitar satu sama lain. Air liur kami dicampur, memungkinkan kita untuk menjadi mabuk oleh rasa cinta. Tangan kami membelai tubuh masing-masing. Dia berlari tangannya melalui rambut panjang saya. Dia memecahkan ciuman, menatapku. "Terima kasih," bisiknya, "karena pasien dengan saya dan tidak melayang off ke bunga yang lain. " "Kau tahu aku sedang berbicara tentang Anda?" "Ya," akunya. "Atau, setidaknya, saya berharap." Kami tertawa kecil. Memegang pelukan kami, kami saling mencium penuh gairah. Dia pindah ke berbagai wilayah wajahku; mencium dahiku, menggigit daun telinga saya. Tubuhku masih hidup untuk pertama kalinya dalam hidup muda saya. Tadi Saya nyaman, aku merasa senang. "Seseorang mendapatkan bekerja," kata Conner, menggosok tangannya di atas selangkangan saya. "Anda akan memenuhi mimpi," kataku. "Kau pikir tentang saya ketika Anda ..." "Ya." "Yah, karena kita jujur, saya telah berkhayal tentang Anda juga." "Bercintalah denganku," bisikku.