Day 2: Accusation

I know James doesn't seem like a guy who cares about what other people say about him and if I told you that other people's opinions are one of the most important things to him you'd probably wouldn't believe me, right?

Well . . . you should, because it is.

The slightest crude comment about him can drive James crazy and an example of this can be when James was first accused of being gay in the beginning of seventh grade.

There were a lot of new things you could do in middle school than you could in Elementary school, and a few of these things were Plays, Musicals, and Chorus; all of these things were activities that James loved more than anything.

And as everyone knows, James thrives to look his best; perfect hair, perfect body, perfect clothes, perfect everything. With this and his love for musical theater, people couldn't help but start some speculation.

Even when James started to play on the Hockey team and started to date girls, douchebags still thought it would be funny to call him a 'fairy fag'.

And every dick that did, had their ass beat by me.

Let's just say, I spent a lot of afternoons either at Hockey practice, James' house comforting him & saying that all those guys were bastards or at home because I got suspended for getting in a fight.

It was worth it; no one gets away with hurting James when I'm around.

James would never show it but it hurt him so much; I could see it in his eyes. Every dirty look, mean word . . . would just make him feel like shit, but James is good at hiding his emotions.

One night, when I went over his house to work on a project with him, I caught him in his bathroom, right as he was about to cut himself with a pair of scissors. A looked into his deep hazel eyes and saw all the pain he was feeling. We cried together that night, knowing that what people were doing to him was wrong.

From that day, I vowed to never let anyone hurt James like that again.