Authors Note : Before you read this story I want to make one thing clear here. This is a story with homosexuality in it. Don't like it? Well don't read it. I know I write Twilight as well, but this is something I've been meaning to write for a while. So please, don't read if you find the idea of homosexuality uncomfortable.
There was a time in my life that I just went along with what my instincts told me. If I had a feeling I was going to trip wearing sandals I would wear sneakers, finding out later that my foot would have caught in the pot hole that I stepped in had I worn sandals. I've never doubted that part of me ever in my life. I trusted it with everything I am and everything I knew would happen in life.
But the day I rolled over in my bed and looked over across the room and saw my brother sleeping I just knew that something was coming. I didn't know if it was going to be good or bad, Whether it was going to cause a lot of hurt or joy. I just knew that the weight of the world was going to stop and go to a crawl in the matter of hours.
Never in my life had I felt more scared in my entire life.