ℝ𝔸ℕ𝔻𝕐 & 𝕁𝔸ℂ𝕂𝕃𝕐ℕ 𝕆ℕ𝔼𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕋𝕊🏳️🌈

Meeting with the family pt.1 (Jacklyn)

BROOK'S POV
Jack and I met on the first day of high school. Since that day it has been quite difficult to get his eyes out of my head, I didn't know why, it was just like that. I didn't know that I was gay; I know, not knowing your sexuality at 16 is a bit strange, but that's how it went for me. I wanted to understand my feelings for him, after two months, I asked him if he wanted me to help him in science, since it was a subject he has problems in, but I don't, I thought that by doing so I was able to get to know him better, I didn't expect anything from him, as I said I just wanted to know him. Unfortunately it didn't go well because he refused my help saying he didn't want anything from me. The months went by and although he didn't want me my feelings grew. Every time my eyes met his, I was completely lost, as if they were the sea, I got lost in it and swam in it.
One day like any other he stopped coming to school and it was like that the next day too, I didn't know why, I wanted to call him and ask him what happened, I wanted to have him in my arms and console him in case something happened to him.

JACK'S POV
I'm the kind of guy born and raised in a homophobic and racist family, but very broad-minded. I was born in Ireland and moved to England when I was 16. From an early age I was interested in music and singing, but my dad considered it a "fag" thing and therefore he never allowed me to attend a singing school or simply to practice at home, I was forced to do everything secretly, when they left the house or when I was alone for some reason.

In the third grade, changing schools, I met new people, but with none I was really happy. There was a boy, Brooklyn, shorter than me and with two beautiful eyes, he too was always alone even if he wasn't new. One of the things that fascinated me the most was his skill in science, while I don't understand anything.
Every day I tried to step forward and talk to him, but there was something that stopped me. During the lessons, from time to time, I looked at him and remained enchanted. I started asking myself some terrifying questions about my sexuality, as the more time passed the more I realized that I felt something about him, something beyond just friendship.

I could have talked to my sister about it, but she moved to America to study, my parents were out of the question and even at school I was afraid that what I would say could be said to my family... basically I had nobody. I was trapped in my feelings and my confusion.
I remember one day Brooklyn offered to help me in science, I refused saying a "no" that came out almost without feeling. Seeing his look sad in half a second broke my heart, I just wanted to tell him that I would like to spend time with him, even outside of school. That day, on my way home from school, I stopped at the stationery and picked up a lined notebook. When I got home, I went into my room locking the door, sat down in my desk chair and started writing all the mess I was keeping inside. The tears flowed and I wiped them with the sleeve of my sweatshirt, but some wet the pages of the notebook.
One morning I made the mistake of leaving the notebook on the desk, back home I saw my parents sitting at the table and immediately after the notebook was in the center of the table. My dad tapped his fingers on the wood of the table and my mum's eyes were full of tears.
Before I could say anything, my dad got up and slapped me in the face, finished its effect, I looked at my mom and the problem wasn't that she didn't have the courage to react, the problem was that she was ok with what her husband was doing to their son.
In the diary I did not mention the boy's name nor that he was a boy in my class, but he still decided to keep me locked in the room without my cell phone and computer, he fed me when he wanted, my only "luck" was to have the bathroom connected with the room. I knew my parents were against all this, but what I didn't understand was what they found wrong with loving.

Back at school, after four days, the first person my eyes looked for was Brook's. He was sitting at his desk and his eyes were red, he looked like he cried, but I didn't know why and that destroyed me. As soon as he saw me a sort of smile was born on his lips and the same was for me. He approached me and asked me how I was, I said I was fine, because it was like that; my parents didn't accept me and so they didn't love me for who I was, but seeing him again and seeing his smile made me feel better.

From that day on we started talking and everything gradually became easier. My parents, who have always done the same job, started having business trips that kept them busy even for a week. Just one of the days they were away on business, I invited Brook to my house; he knew I could sing and so he asked me to sing him a song. After thinking about it for a while, I chose "Say you won't let go", I remember that he looked me straight in the eye from the beginning to the end of the song, he was completely lost in my eyes as I was. The song was dedicated to him, although I didn't tell him, until later. At the end of the song he kissed me. I never expected that from him, as we were just friends, but that kiss was all I needed. The best day of my life was undoubtedly that, the day he became my boyfriend.

I know this is shorter but it's just because I divided it in two part🌵💞