DRAKE:

I drove away in fear of what would happen if I didn't. I didn't understand what had just happened. I was messing around with punk like I had since I was seven and Eb just lost it. I sighed. I was so damn confused.

It was later that night and I was liein' in my bed. I forgot how cold it was sleeping alone. I missed Eb by me, with his arms tight around my waist. I knew it was only one night that we were togother but still...I miss and I can't sleep. All I can think about is Eb and how he freaked on me. I mean I've seen him like that before but still...never to me. I picked up my phone and called. I half-hoped Punk would answer and half-hoped nobobdy would.

" 'Ello my sweet little love child." The phone said to me. It was a girl and I was sure their mother wouldn't speak to me like that so...

"Hey Punk." I was quiet. I wasn't sure what to say. "So um whatcha doin'?"

"I'm watching The Departed and Billy is cussing people out. Oh, and I'm also hoping my brother hasn't completley lost it. Last time he came down stairs he was mummbeling something about how damn bright it was, started screaming at Meshrew for eating the topping off of some of the pizza, punched a hole in the wall, and then went back into his lair. So yeah...I think we've lost him."

"Oh." I was scared to do this. I knew I'd probably regret it. "Do you think I could talk to him?"

"You're funeral, babe." She said cooly. She sounded just like her brother."Oi! Eby-boo! Phone!" she yelled. I heard a muffled response in the background and knew it was him. "No I don't know who it is, am I supposed to know all the lame little trolls that call for you? Just pick up the phone!" Punk replied. I stood there waiting for whatever would come.

"Hello?" I said. It had gotten really quiet I didn't know if someone had died or what. Then I heard breathing on the other line.

"Hello." It came out cold and hard. It was a word that fell hard on top of me and suffocated me. All that from just one word...

"Uh hey Eb, it's me, Drake. I just wanted to say I'm sorry about earlier."

"Why the hell are you calling me? Are you so stupid to actually call someone who is currently restraining from finding you and beating the life out of you." I couldn't help from cringing at the harshness of his voice just like I couldn't help but get pissed off.

"I don't know what the hell your mother fuckin' problem is but I'm sick of this shit. You're mad because I called your sister a freak just like I have been since I was seven. So you need to just get over yourself because everyone is tired of this bipolar bullshit you throw at everyone." Dear God what have I done. I've just condemned myself to death. I'm sure he's out looking for me right now. It was quiet for a long second.

When he spoke agiain his voice was quieter but it was much harsher. His words seemed to cut through me as he spoke. "The next time I see you I'm going to show you some bipolar bullshit, so if you value you're life you should stay the fuck away from me. And I fucking mean it Drake. I never want to see you're face again." It took everything I had not to just collapse on the floor. I thought he cared about me. I guess I was wrong but I had to do something.

"I-I'm sorry" I said trying not to let on how bad my voice was shaking. "I didn't mean it."

"Well I do. Good-bye Drake." He said. I was praying he was still there that I could say something...anything to make him take it back but all that was lost when the dial tone rang loud in my ear. Seven years. Seven years of keeping my secret. I finally let on and this is what happens. I went to the medicine cabinet and grabbed about ten Tylenol, enough to knock me out. I should've been smart. I shouldn't have ever told anyone especially living in this homophobic town. And now I've lost my best friend and the love of my life all because I let my heart get in the way.