Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2017 04:51:01 -0600
From: elisdy333@gmail.com
Subject: TJ

TJ

Chapter 1

My therapist thought it would be a good idea for me write about what has
happened, a journal or whatever. So, I guess I'll start at the beginning of
summer. My junior year was finally over; I was ready for a summer of rest
and relaxation before my senior year started. I was going to get to spend
the summer with my nephew and best friend, even though we lived six hours
away from each other, Josh. He is one year younger than me.

My brother, Robert, is eighteen years older than me, so we were never
really close. He was married before I turned one, and Josh was born about
eight months later. So, Josh and I pretty much grew up together, since he
would come and spend at least three weeks with my parents and me every
summer. My ex-bitch in-law, I mean sister-in-law, hated me for some
reason. When I was younger, I never could figure out why; as I got older, I
just thought she was a hateful bitch. I was never allowed to visit my
brother and Josh, they always came to see me and my parents.

I always thought it was weird, a miracle, or that I was adopted, since my
mom supposedly had me when she was forty-seven years old. I even told
Robert once that I thought I was adopted. He told me not to talk crazy like
that, and to never bring it up to Mom and Dad. He told me that they had
tried for years to have kids, but never had success. She had four
miscarriages by the time Robert was born. She always said that Robert was a
gift, and I was a miracle, so I didn't question her about it. Now I wish I
had.

I came out of the closet my freshman year of high school. There were some
haters, but I was a semi-popular person, so my friends accepted me, as did
my parents. Well, actually, Mom had no problem with it, and she later
convinced Dad that it was fine. The only person that seemed upset about it
was Robert. When I told him, he actually said, "No, you're not. You can't
be." He then listened to my ex-bitch-in-law when she tried to keep Josh and
me apart. They tried to tell him that he wasn't allowed to come visit
during the summer after my freshman year.

****

I answered the phone in my room the same time my mom did. A quick glance at
the clock told me it was 8:00am.

"Mimi, can you come pick me up? I'm at the bus station in downtown Dallas."

I opened my mouth, but Mom spoke first. "Josh, how are you in Dallas? I
thought your parents said you weren't coming to visit this summer, you were
going to go to some camp with some friends from school."

"They lied. They wouldn't let me come because Teej came out. We got into a
big fight yesterday afternoon when I asked what time we were heading up to
Dallas on Saturday. My mom said that I wasn't going to go spend time with
TJ because she didn't want him corrupting me and turning me into a fag
too. I told her that it was too late. Dad actually told her not to call TJ
that. That surprised me since he was so upset after Teej told him he was
gay. He sent me to my room and told me not to come out. I heard him say
that he might not like that Teej and I were gay, but he wouldn't stand for
her to call us names. They got into a huge fight. I couldn't stand it, so I
grabbed all the money I made mowing lawns and snuck out and went to the bus
station and bought a ticket to here. They didn't have a bus going to
Lewisville, so I bought a ticket to Dallas. I left at 11:00 last
night. Please just come get me."

I think I scared both of them when I said, "We're on our right now, right
Mom?" Neither of them was aware that I was on the phone too.

Josh almost sounded like he was crying. "Teej, you weren't supposed to hear
that. I know my mom doesn't like you, but she didn't really mean it, and
Dad stuck up for you."

I sighed, "Mom, are you getting ready? Mom and I will be there in about
forty minutes to get you. We'll talk later, I promise."

Mom said, "We're on our way. But, I'm calling your father on our way down
there."

My heart broke when I heard him crying. "I knew you would. Please don't
send me back to them. I want to see y'all and spend time with Teej this
summer."

"Don't worry sweetheart, your Dad will be fine with you spending time up
here, I promise. I almost had him convinced to send you up here next week
anyway. I knew you weren't going to camp, but kept up the charade for your
Dad's sake to keep your mother happy."

"Nothing makes her happy. She's mean and badmouths Teej all the time. I
couldn't stand it anymore. Every time she would say something negative
about him being gay, it was like she was talking about me."

I could imagine Mom's face, but her tone spoke volumes as she spoke to
Josh. "Let us get dressed baby boy. We'll talk about this when we get
back."

Mom and I left about five minutes later, making the thirty-minute trip from
Lewisville to Dallas with her on the phone with my brother.

I could hear the conversation, since it was on the Bluetooth connected to
the car. He knew Josh had left last night, he just wasn't sure where he
went. He had gone to check on him after his fight with Mel, only to
discover the room empty and the window open. He then said that Mel was
gone. She told him it was his fault obviously that Josh was gay. I didn't
really understand what she meant by that, but I noticed that Mom tensed up
then.

She said, "Hon, TJ and I don't need to know all of that right now." I
noticed that she stressed my name.

Robert stammered a bit. "Oh Teej, I didn't know you were in the car too.
I'm sorry about what I said when you told me you were gay. Mom's been
talking to me about it and she convinced me that I needed to get over my
issues and remember to love my family. I think that's what she told Dad
too. Anyways, Mom, keep Josh up there. Mel and I are fighting and she's
filing for divorce on Monday. I told her go ahead because if she couldn't
accept my son, then I didn't need her in my life. I think this divorce has
been fourteen years in the making. I should've listened to you and Dad when
y'all said I didn't need to marry her, but I thought I was doing the right
thing since she was pregnant with Josh."

Mom cut him off. "What's done is done. We can't change the past; we can
only focus on right now. And right now, TJ and I are driving to downtown
Dallas to pick up Josh."

"Oh yeah. Sorry. You focus on driving and call me later when y'all get
home."

Josh spent that entire summer with us. Robert and Mel got a divorce. Mel
didn't even try to get custody of Josh. She never told Josh goodbye, or
anything. I could tell that it hurt him a lot, but he wouldn't talk about
it. I think he finally agreed with when I would call Mel the bitch.

It was bound to happen! Josh knew I was out, so finally he asked me if I
had a boyfriend. I told him about Scott. Scott was the same year as me, and
we had known each other since third grade. We knew each other, but only
barely. When I came out, he came to me secretly and told me that he was gay
too and wanted to know if we could get together sometime. I told him to
come over to my place on Saturday night, since my parents would be out for
date night. We've been fucking ever since. I say fucking because he wasn't
my boyfriend, we never talked at school, and we never once went on a date.
All we did was get together on Saturday nights and fuck.

When I asked Josh the same question, he said that he hadn't done anything
with a guy, he just knew that he like guys more than girls. Josh did let me
in on a secret-a guy-who he wouldn't name and was a year ahead of him. He
had a crush on him. He said he had for years. Josh wasn't the smallest guy
in his class, but close to it. The mystery guy was on the freshman football
and baseball teams. Josh said that he didn't think the guy was gay, but he
always looked out for Josh and called him "Little Buddy." I was glad Josh
had someone looking out for him. Hopefully, this guy wouldn't hurt him. If
he did I would have had to kick his ass.

****

Anyways, Josh was going to be here in three days, my parents were out on
their weekly date and it was a Saturday night. Scott came over and we
started messing around. About forty-five minutes after Scott arrived, the
doorbell rang. He was fucking me good, and we didn't want to stop. Whoever
it was didn't want to go away, started pounding on the door and ringing the
doorbell. Finally, I pushed him off, threw on a pair of basketball shorts,
and went to answer the door.

My heart sank when I opened the door and found two uniformed police
officers there. They asked me if I was the son of Bryan and Mary Kennedy. I
said I was Timothy Jackson Kennedy. They proceeded to destroy my world.
They informed me that about an hour and half earlier, there had been an
accident at the corner of Morriss and Flower Mound Road, less than a mile
from our house. Evidently, someone ran a red light and T-boned my parent's
car. My dad died instantly from the impact, and my mom died on the way to
the hospital from a brain injury she got when she hit her head on the
dash. I had just lost both of my parents.

I went back to bedroom in a daze; Scott, not realizing what happened, tried
to pick up where he left off. I was so out of it, that I didn't notice that
he had taken my shorts off until he thrust back into me. It hurt so much,
that I snapped out of it. I remember trying to push him off me, and I tried
to say no, but he just kept fucking me. I'm not going to claim that he
raped me, because the first time I told him no, I could barely whisper
it. I don't think he heard me. The second time, he told me "You know you
like it."

I finally got his attention when I slapped him in the face as hard as I
could and said, "No means fucking no asshole. Fuck." That's when I lost it
and started bawling. Scott looked at me and said, "Oh shit, TJ, what the
fuck? What happened? Who was at the door?"

Through my sobs, I told him that my parents were dead. He then did the only
thing that ever made me think that maybe he cared about me. He held me
while I cried and called me baby. He called his parents and told them he
was spending the night to help me. They tried to protest, but he just said
that he owed it to me. He asked me who I needed for him to call. I told him
to get my phone and call my brother Robert. He called Robert and explained
what had happened.

Once Scott hung up, he said we were going to have to pick Josh and Robert
up at the airport at 1:00 am. Evidently, my brother found the next flight
out of the small airport in Port Arthur.

Scott didn't leave my side at all that night, or the next day. We picked up
Robert and Josh from the airport. Scott and I sat in room talking once we
got back. He told me that he could see us being more than friends. I told
him I thought maybe I could too, and that I liked the idea. We didn't make
anything official right then, he just held me after that until I fell
asleep in his arms. Robert and I went to the hospital to identify the
bodies. We buried our parents on Tuesday morning.

A few days later, we visited my parent's lawyer in his office. The lawyer
said he had a letter he'd been instructed to give me if anything happened
to my parents.

I noticed Robert looked a little nervous when I started reading. He started
asking me what the letter said. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.
He mistook them as tears of sadness and tried to draw me into a hug. But he
was wrong! Before he could hug me, I punched him and said, "What the fuck?
Why do I have a fucking letter from Mom saying that I was adopted? Why does
she say that you're my fucking father? What the fuck is really going on
here?"

Robert turned white as a ghost and sat down hard. He said, "I was going to
tell you after you graduated next year. I didn't know Mom wrote that
letter. She always told me that when I was ready to tell you, it was up to
me. She wasn't going to tell you; it was my responsibility."

I screamed, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Robert begged me to calm down so that he could explain. I wasn't sure if I
wanted to hear it or not, but sat back and listened anyways. "TJ, I'm
sorry, it wasn't supposed to come out this way. I was sixteen, about to
turn seventeen, and met a girl named Julie. She and I dated, she ended up
pregnant. She wanted to get an abortion, but I begged her not to. I told
Mom and Dad that she was pregnant and they were understandably upset. But
when I told them she wanted an abortion, they asked to speak with her. She
agreed, and they offered to pay for all of the doctor's bills if she would
agree to give me custody of the baby when it was born. I agreed to that.
Nine months later in April, you were born. I was a senior in high school by
then, and about to graduate.

"I had been accepted to college and offered a full academic scholarship;
but, I had to live on campus my freshman year. I couldn't bring a baby to
live with me in the college dorms, so Mom and Dad agreed to keep you for my
freshman year. Well, the first month of my freshman year, I met and started
dating Mel. I don't know why I didn't tell her about you at first, but when
I finally did, she was mad. When I took her home to meet you, she looked at
you and asked me if I was ever in love with your mother. I told her that at
one point, yeah I was, but not anymore.

"She told me she was on the pill, so when we started having sex, we didn't
use protection. Well, she ended up pregnant with Josh. She told me that I
was going to marry her and be a father to her child, but she didn't want to
look at a reminder that I was in love with someone else every day. I was
torn. I had planned on moving into an apartment my sophomore year and bring
you down and raise you. Before Christmas break though, I was engaged and
had another child on the way. I talked to Mom and Dad and they agreed to
adopt you. Mom was pissed that I would allow Mel to do this to you and me.
Dad didn't talk to me for almost a year."

As I sat there listening, anger grew inside and finally spilled out. "So,
you chose that bitch and Josh over me. You allowed her to treat me like
shit my entire life. I know you used to hear the things she would say to
me. Calling me a bastard all the time. Telling me that I was nothing but an
accident and a burden to Mom and Dad. Now, all of those comments make
sense. So, what now, I'm just supposed to accept that you're my dad? Fuck
that. You didn't want me then; I don't want you now. The only people that
ever wanted me only took me because they had to because you couldn't keep
it in your pants. Now, they're dead. Where does that leave me? What am I
supposed to do?"

I could see Robert's anguish, but didn't care. In a soft voice, he looked
over to the lawyer and asked, "Who does the will name as guardian of TJ?"

The lawyer, looking very uncomfortable said, "The will says that if
anything was to happen to them, TJ was to live with his natural father.
They left everything to both of you, 50/50 split. TJ's portion is to go
into a trust that he can't access until he graduates college or turns
twenty-five, whichever happens first."

I was livid, "So, I'm supposed to uproot my life and move to butt-fucked
Southeast Texas?"

"Teej, please, I just lost my mom and dad, I don't need you making things
harder."

I lost it then, and yelled, "They were my mom and dad too. You're nothing
but a fucking sperm donor."

I stormed out of the office, startling Josh who was sitting in the waiting
room. He could see the tears on my face. I regret what I said now, but at
the time all I saw was the son that was loved and chosen.

Josh jumped to his feed and asked, "Teej, what's wrong?" He then saw Robert
in the doorway and noticed that he had a black eye forming. "Dad, what
happened?"

He tried to grab my arm as I stormed by. That only pissed me off more. I
pushed him away from me and said, "You want to know what happened? Why
don't you ask the fucking sperm donor over there? Let him tell you that he
chose you and your whore bitch of a mother over the child he left with his
parents to raise. Fuck you, Josh. I fucking hate both of you."

When Josh heard me say that I hated him, he looked like I ran over his
puppy. He begged, "Teej, please don't say that. What are you talking about?
Dad? What the fuck is going on?"

Robert said, "Josh, don't use that type of language in front of your
father. That goes for you too, Timothy."

I spun around, "Fuck you, mother fucker. You cannot tell me what to do. You
gave up that right when you chose that bitch and this faggot over your
son." Suddenly, I realized what I saying, and who I was talking about, I
turned to Josh to apologize. He had tears streaming down his face. I swear
I was going to apologize until Robert ran over to Josh and pulled him into
a hug. When I saw that, it hurt almost as much as losing my parents.

Robert consoled Josh and said, "He didn't mean that baby boy. He's upset,
he just found out somethings that made him mad."

I heard through Josh's sobs, "What did he find out? What is he talking
about? He's not making sense."

"Nothing you need to worry about right now. Why don't I take us back to
Mimi and Pop's? We can relax for the rest of the day, then we'll head home
tomorrow."

"Why don't you tell him the truth Robert? Tell him that you're my father.
Tell him that you didn't want me because that bitch told you she didn't
want me around. Tell him you chose him over me just like you're doing
now. I'm not leaving. Especially not tomorrow. Fuck you both."

I walked out of the lawyer's office and went to my car.

Sitting there, I thought about what I should do. Saturday night, Scott had
stayed by my side. We'd talked about being more than just casual. I
realized, I wanted him to be my boyfriend. He gave me the impression he
wanted the same, so I was going to surprise him and show up at his house. I
knew from previous summers that his room was just inside the back door,
which he normally left unlocked. I walked into the back yard, opened the
back door and went to open his door. I didn't bother to knock; I was too
excited to ask him what I thought we both wanted. However, I opened the
door and stopped in my tracks.

Scott was on his bed with his shorts around his knees. What surprised me
though, was the long haired brunette that was bobbing her head up and down
on his cock.

Scott's eyes went as round as saucers. The head that was giving him head
looked up at the intrusion. I recognized Kim Walker's face immediately.
She'd had a crush on me in junior high and even tried to ask me out before
I came out our freshman year. She took my coming out as a personal affront
and became a hateful bitch that called me a faggot every chance she got.

"What the fuck are you doing here faggot? Scott why is the fag in your
room?"

I thought for a moment that Scott was going to defend me. He looked guilty
for half a second. Then he said, "I don't know. Hey fag, what the fuck are
you doing in my house?"

Kim had already moved and Scott stood up and pulled his shorts up. I was
dumbfounded. He crossed the room and got right in my face and said, "I
asked you a fucking question faggot. What are you doing in my house?" He
then pushed me. Hard. Hard enough that I fell. He then pulled his foot back
and kicked me in the ribs and said again, "What the fuck are you doing here
faggot?"

He struck me again and I fell over on my side. He then kicked me the face
before pulling me up but my shirt. I wasn't trying to fight back. I was in
a state of shock. He dragged me to the back door and literally threw me
out.

Kim stood there laughing at me. I finally came to my senses and said, "I
was here because you were the only one that consoled me Saturday night
after you fucked me when I found out that my parents were dead. I came here
because of what we talked about Sunday morning. About us being together. I
was going to ask you if you wanted to be my boyfriend."

Scott's face went from rage to guilt. When Kim said: I thought you were at
your grandparents this weekend, Scott. What is he talking about? You go to
your grandparents every Saturday and spend the night, his face went back to
rage.

He turned to Kim and said, "Babe, I have no clue what the fuck he's talking
about. I was at my grandparents all weekend. This faggot is making shit
up." He turned back to me and said, "Get the fuck off my property." He
slammed the door and I heard it lock.

That's when I remembered hearing somewhere that Scott had a girlfriend, I
never asked him about it because it didn't matter to me then. It wasn't my
business. We were just fucking, so I put it out of my mind. Scott and I
didn't run in the same circles at school, so I never saw him except on
Saturday nights; therefore, I never saw him with Kim.

I got back in my car and started driving home. I was beyond hurt. My
parents were dead, my brother was my father, my nephew was my brother, and
the guy that I was finally ready to admit I liked after almost three years
of whatever we had together just turned his back on me and beat me up. When
I walked into the house, Robert yelled at me, "Where the hell did you go?"
He marched out of the living room, then saw my face. He said, "What the
fuck happened to you, TJ?"

"What do you fucking care? Huh?"

That's when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID and almost laughed. It
was Scott. I sent it straight to voicemail. This happened two more times
before he tried to text me. I looked at the text message which read, "She's
gone, pls talk 2 me. com bck over."

He then tried calling again. When I sent him to voicemail again, he left a
message. I did listen to the message. "TJ, please talk to me. Kim's gone. I
had to say that shit because she's been my girlfriend for a few months. I
told her we couldn't go out on Saturday nights because I had to go to my
grandparents every weekend. Just call me back. I meant when I said I wanted
more. I just had to keep appearances for Kim so she wouldn't say anything
to anyone."

By the time the message was finished, I was already in my room. There was a
knock on my door and Robert asked, "Teej, can I come in so we can talk?"

When I didn't answer, he opened the door and saw me crying on my bed. He
asked again, only softly this time, "Where did you go? What happened to
your face?" He went to put his hand on my side and I winced. He then
demanded, "Timothy Jackson, what the fuck happened to you?"

I said though my tears, "Scott kicked my ass when I walked in on his
girlfriend giving him head. He called me a faggot and pushed me down,
kicked me in my ribs, then kicked me in the face. He turned his back on me,
just like everyone else."

"Please Teej, don't do this to me. I've always cared about you. You're my
flesh and blood." Robert put his head in his hands. "I didn't turn my back
on you, I wanted to keep you, but Mel put me in an impossible situation.
Mom and Dad loved you, you know they did. They took on my burden and took
care of you."

"Your burden? That's what I was? A burden?"

"Shit Teej, that's not what I meant. You were never a burden on me or Mom
and Dad. Mel convinced me that you were better off with them. She told me
she wouldn't be able to take care of you and Josh, she said she didn't want
to raise another woman's kid. I was in love with her. Josh was on the
way. I did what I thought I had to."

"Do you remember that conversation I had with you when I was twelve? When I
finally figured out that it was almost physically impossible for Mom to
have had me when she was forty-seven years old. I asked you point blank if
it was possible that I might have been adopted. You told me that I was
crazy, and not to mention that to Mom. You told me that it would upset her
too much. You could've told me then. You didn't want me to say anything to
Mom because you were too chicken shit to tell me the truth."

We then heard a voice at the door say, "That's not true Teej. He told me
that my mom wouldn't let him tell you. She threatened that if he ever told
you that she would leave and take me. He said that he knew if she left with
me, I wouldn't be able to see you anymore. He knew how much I looked up to
you. He didn't want to keep me from you."

Josh then walked into the room and saw my face. "What happened to you? Who
did that?"

Before I could say anything, Robert said, "TJ went to Scott's after he left
the lawyer's. Scott was umm busy at the time and got mad at TJ and beat him
and called him names."

"What do you mean umm busy? We met him Saturday night, he wouldn't leave
Teej's side. I thought y'all were like together. What could he possibly be
doing to make him beat you up?"

I started, "He was getting head..."

Robert cut me off, saying, "Stop. Josh doesn't need to know about all of
that."

Josh said, "Dad, please. I know about head. I might not have the pleasure
of experiencing it, but remember, I'm gay. Gay guys like to watch porn and
some of us even like to read stories online."

Robert actually stuck his fingers in his ears and said, "Nope. Not
listening. You're lying. My son knows nothing about sex. Umm I mean sons."

I smiled, knowing that was the beginning of the healing we needed, and
said, "Too soon. You're still my brother."

Josh said, "So what does that make me?"

"A pain in my ass?" I tried to joke, but when he didn't laugh, I looked at
him and notice that his eyes were glistening with tears. I said, "Joshy,
I'm sorry. I didn't mean that and I didn't mean what I said at the lawyer's
office. You've been my best friend since before I can remember. I didn't
mean any of it. You're my brother in more ways than one. Can you forgive
me?"

He said, "It hurt me when you said that. A lot. I know you didn't mean it,
but hearing my best friend call me that hurt. After dad told me about the
letter from Mimi, I understood. That doesn't mean it excuses what you said,
but I know how upset I would've been if I had gotten that letter. Dad
talked to me though, and I couldn't be mad at you. You've always been more
like my brother than my uncle, now it's for real. Now, why the hell would
Scott do this to you?"

"He got pissed at me because I walked in on his girlfriend giving him..."

Before I could answer further, the doorbell rang. Josh, being the closest
to the front door, went to answer it. About a minute later, Robert and I
heard "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" Then we heard someone
grunt and a something hit the floor. We both ran to the front door only to
see Scott laying on the ground holding his groin. Josh kicked him on his
side and said, "That's for fucking with my brother, asshole."

Robert went and grabbed Josh to keep him from kicking Scott anymore.

I walked over to Scott. "Get the fuck out of here and go fuck yourself. Let
Kim know that she needs to get a strap-on to keep you happy. Josh, come on,
we need to pack my room up, we're moving tomorrow."

So, that's how the summer before my senior year started. I lost my parents,
found out they weren't my birth parents, lost my nephew, gained a brother,
kind of had an almost boyfriend, broke up with my almost boyfriend, had my
almost boyfriend's ass handed to him by my brother, and moved to
butt-fucked Southeast Texas.

I haven't really left my room since we moved my shit down here. School
starts next week. I'll be starting my senior year, not knowing anybody
except my nephew/brother who is a junior. I went from being popular and
generally well liked to the new kid in school. I know Mom and Dad loved
me. I know they never would've wanted me to feel like I was abandoned. But
sometimes the thoughts overpower everything else and I get pissed.

Scott tried to call a few more times. The phone calls and text messages
stopped by the end of that first week after I made this post to my
Facebook, Twitter, and all the other social media outlets: "I hope Scott
can fuck Kim as good as he fucked me. Both literally and figuratively. BTW
Kim, he likes it given to him hard and fast. Don't get too mad if he
screams my name." I made sure I tagged both of them in the post.
Vindictive? Yes. Do I regret it.? No. He hurt me bad. He kicked me when I
was down, literally and figuratively. Okay I'll admit it was an asshole
move to out somebody, but in my defense, I had had a really bad week. I
eventually deleted the post, but since 300 people had already liked it and
it was shared just as many times, the damage was done.

Actually, Robert kind of made me delete the post. I guess I would say our
relationship is strained if I were asked to describe it. He's trying to be
my parent; I still see him as my brother.

Logically, I know that Robert didn't abandon me and that it couldn't have
been easy for him; but I can't just jump right into a father/son
relationship with him. For seventeen years, he was my big brother and I
talked to him like brothers talk to each other. There were things I
couldn't talk to my parents about; so, I talked to him. He knows things
that no parent should know about their kid.

Sometimes, I get pissed at Robert and my parents for lying to me for so
long. Then, after I get upset and Josh asks why, I remember that they all
lied to me to keep Josh around. I truly believe Mel would've taken Josh
away and kept him from the whole family if any of them had told me the
truth. Josh is my rock now. I love my brother. When I find myself getting
mad at him or jealous of him, I remember what he's done for me. I never
want to hurt Josh again.

Josh still won't tell me the name of the guy he has a crush on. Now he's in
love with the guy that calls him Little Buddy. He told me that I'll be
going to school with them, so I can't know who it is. He's afraid I'll say
something to the guy. I wouldn't do that to Josh, unless I knew the guy
would be cool about it. Josh isn't out at school, but I told him I'm not
going to hide the fact that I'm gay from anyone. He said that he'll have my
back no matter what. The few friends of his I've met all knew me from Josh
talking about his gay uncle that was one year older than him, and they've
all been cool. I never heard any of them call him Little Buddy, so I don't
guess I've met the mystery man yet.

This is going to be a tough year, but I'm ready. My name is Timothy Jackson
Kennedy and this is my fucked up life.



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