In the Closet

I woke this morning from Spring Break, and I only had one thing on my mind. That was them, their hair was combed back like mine. There was always cherry lipgloss on their lips, and they wore a hair clip on the right side down hear their scalp. Now my friends, by that I mean my mom likes to call me a "stalker" and say I need a girl friend whatever that means. I keep telling her that I have one, and I might introduce my mom to her one day, but we all know that's not true.

My family called me delusional and by family I mean my ZBOX friends. Of course they have by back though, more than mother does anyways, but there is a perfectly good explanation for that. Yesterday was the best day of my life, because they talked to me. Romero Jalapeño the Mexican wonder boy talked to me! He was the cutes boy in school, and for him to talk to a guy like me, I must have been lucky.

We both love comic books, like Ukob Yes Villan, or Balls of the Dragon. Anyway he said I was handsome! I mean I was going for cute but it worked, and by me I mean my suit, and then he took it off me and ran but still. I don't think my mom knows I'm gay but my grandma said that must be why I stay in my closet.