Roger And I

Preface:

The last four weeks my junior year began with me being transferred to a new high school. I had left my previous school because it's education was shot, all kids did was easy schoolwork or sat in class and talked or slept. And the worse part was that no teacher would ever intervene. Sure some kids would say " that would be the coolest school ever", false!. I actually wanted to get a college education and live a good life. This is all besides the point thought. I ended up transferring to the high school where my mother's side of the family went. Also the school with the highest ACT scores in the state. I no longer lived with my dad but my auntie/mom who had a Ph.D in education (no lie!!). And a new life began.

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Hi, my name is Taylor and I'm a sophomore in college now but I though it would be nice to describe how I met the love of my and the love that endured the anxieties of high school and crazy teenage love. In high school I was what would some classify as a jock but I just was always physically active and I loved to play sports. As a result many people tell me I have a great body and charming looks. I'm 6'2" I weigh 175 pounds and I have abs and pecs that are kept in tip-top-shape thanks to my weight coach in high school. I have light brown hair and... Well I don't want to say golden eyes but thats the closest thing I can come to. I have been described to Robert Pattison and Edward Cullen ( not trying to brag) because of my different eye color, pale complexion, and my body. I love to play basketball and other sports but basketball is my one true sport. I grew up in the snowiest and rainiest parts of northern Montana. When I got to the new school I met an old friend from elementary school who helped ease the fears of being the "new kid".

I was great full that he had gone to the school and had friends to introduce me to. That first day in a new school wasn't bad it was more awkward because when I would walk down the halls I would feel people's eyes on me and hear things like "look" or " Who's that". One other thing was girls and some boys I would look in the eye would giggle or cock their head the other direction out of embarrassment. I walked those halls with no awkwardness or fear I just treated it like it was an average school day. When the lunch hour came I went to the commons and found my buddy from grade school and sat at his table he was the first one there. But soon others came an sat down the first was another senior named Michael then two more came Alex and Drew. They began talking to Bret and, Bret introduced them to me. They were all really good looking boys with the same type of haircut and boyish good looks all of us played sports and we were all in good shape.

After about ten minutes of talking to each other getting to known each other another boy came up and sat down at the table. The other boys all said " what's up Rog" and he said what's up too. This boy was taller than the others and looked much more attractive. He was about 6'1" around that area and was slim but muscular like myself same pale look but with black hair and obsidian eyes, he was very handsome. He also wore the same type of clothes as me jeans, loose sweater with a tee under it and Nike and Jordan shoes. I immeaditly knew he was a basketball player. He caught glimpse of me and said "what's up? I'm Roger, but you can call me Rog".

" Hey I'm Taylor", the boys were in awe for some reason but I ignored it. Soon we were all talking about the NBA and games. Since I hadn't gotten my lunch yet I got up and got some food. When I came back to the table everyone was gone except for Roger and Bret. Bret said he was going to go to the gym and asked if I was going to be cool hanging around. I said sure. I sat down and noticed Roger's plate was nearly touched due to the talking and him showing up ten minutes later. So I sat down and began to eat. Roger began to talk to me.

"Do you play any sports?", "Yeah,basketball mainly. You?"
"Same"
After about five minutes if conversation we got quiet. And just ate. " Do you got a phone?" he asked me'
"Yeah."
"You should hit me up sometime so we can kick it or play ball sometime"

So I gave him my number and we began to talk again. He had such a smooth voice when I met him and he always knew what he was going to say. There was no awkwardness between us we just clicked. When the day was over I headed out of the school to the parking lot to get in my 2011 Ford F-150 blue four door raptor. When Bret asked for a ride home I said sure.
" What were you and roger talking about he last 30 minutes of lunch"
"Nothing just sports and about ourselves"
" Rog was talking about his life with you?! The new kid!"
"Why is something wrong?" "No, just that Rog was having an actual conversation about logical things. No girls?"
" No. Just about our interests." I was in a state of confusion.
"Should I be concerned with this?", "No... Just that it ain't like Rog to talk about his life and introduce himself and take initiative... I think he likes you... As a friend I mean"

I was like awesome I made a friend. And was happy as we began to pull out of the parking lot I seen Roger walking to get on the buses lined up. I decided to ask if he wanted a ride home. "Rog! Get in we'll take you home!" he ran and got in breathing from the jog across the field. His sweet breath filled the cabin of my truck. After dropping Bret off Rog got in the front seat. We drove in silence for minutes after he told me where he lived. It wasn't awkward just peaceful.

When we got to his house he was getting off and said "Thanks for the ride Tay." my last girlfriend called me Tay. I drove home thinking about how lonely ive been for months since I broke up with Ayla. I did it because I was gay and didnt know what I wanted at the time. And for Roger to call me that was extremely awakening. Days went on and soon my junior year was over and Rog and I became very close friends and over our summer break. During the early days of the summer Rog and I were being drunks and party animals. On one night we were at Alex's house having a party when cops sourounded the front lawn where the party was and Rog and I hauled ass out the back door of the house and jumped the fence with two cops hot on our asses. We managed to outrun them and go to my house about two blocks from Alex's place. My mom was gone for the weekend and my little brother was at my grandmas. Rog and I had the place to ourselves. We got in the front door and locked it. While still breathing hard and sweating hunched over leaning on out knees trying to catch our breath. We managed to look up and start laughing we weren't so drunk but were buzzed. We laughed SO hard over the dumbest thing. When we were done we went to the kitchen to grab the bottle of whipped cream flavored vodka we'd stolen from my mom. And began to get drunker than a mother fucker. We were both drunk on my moms sectional couch when Rog put his head on my lap and started his drunken talk.

" bro I love you, your like my brother and I just love you", "I love you too" ( though more than you could ever imagine). After this he ended up falling asleep on my lap. I looked at his body and listened to his light snoring. I carried him up to my bedroom and laid him on my bed. I staggerd to my moms room and crashed on her bed. The following morning I got up and went to check on Rog he was still slepping do I went downstairs only to fall asleep on the sectional couch. About an hour later at nine I heard Rog saying "Tay!, Tay!" so naturally I went up to see what this was all about. I went into my room and he said " Come an lay by me" I did and asked what was up. He said "Your mom isn't really your real mom is she.?","No. Why?".

"Where's your real mom I know your dad. It not you real mom", I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. It was five years since my birth mom died I was only thirteen. "She........d...di" I gave up and broke down crying. He said " man.? I'm sorry" In a sorrow voice. I didn't cry extreamly hard. Just a sniffleing cry. He cradled me in his arms running the top of my head.

The rest of the summer ended with a new found brotherly love between us and a greater understanding of each other. Our senior year started in late August and Rog and I had all of our classes together and one I was extremely pleased with was weights class. I could see his bulge everyday in his workout clothes and smell him as he spotted me. It was hard to hide boner from him. One day he was across the weight room doing auxillery lifts and he was facing away from me giving me a perfect view of his ass. Ryan came up and behind me knelt down and figured out what I was staring at and said aloud "faggot!!!!" and began to laugh soon be was telling everyone I was looking at Rog's ass and people began calling me queer and stuff like that. Some one told Rog something that didnt set right with him and he ignored me for the rest of the day and didn't take a rode with me that day instead he got on the bus. I went home and tried to call and text Rog but he wouldn't answer or text back. I was feeling sick to my stomach and confused in my head. He acted like I didn't exist the rest of that month before I went up and asked what his problem was with me. "Leave me alone dude" and tried to walk away.

I blocked him and said"why do you hate me all of sudden Rog?!" he sighed and said " I don't hate you. Your my brother and I love you but everybody says your gay and since we are always together someone called me a faggot I the bathroom just because You and I are always tighter than some". I got what he was hinting at. I thought to myself better me be a loner than have his reputation damaged in his senior year. I let him go by. And I sat the rest of the day in utter despair.it hurt me to see my best friend my older brother and my crush sit in class across the room with the boys who said all those hurtful things to me. When school was over I walked out to get in my truck and started it. I seen Rog walk out the doors and he paused and looked at me in the lot. I stared back there was a pained look on his face like an apologetic look. I began to tear up and wiped a tear coming down my cheek. Rog saw this and looked around quick and confused i watched him walk to the bus with his head down and I see him wipe his face with his hand. Later that night as i was in my room crying when my phone began to ring i looked at it and it was Roger's picture on the screen. I didn't answer and he soon called again... I didnt answer it again.

He didnt call back and about thirty minutes later I was in my dark room when someone opened the door and I thought it was my little brother and began to say get out. But It wasn't jake it was Rog. He came in and shut the door and sat on my bed I just looked away into my pillow. He laid his body parallel to mine and said " I'm sorry Tay. I was just ignorant and forgot about what we been thought this past half year". He turned to my side and began to cry into my shirtless chest. I couldn't just leave him there I had to embrace him, so I pulled his face into my chest deeper and kissed the top of his head. He was saying things like I'm sorry and I love you. School was the same though that Rog that asked for my forgiveness was still shunning me at school and one day I was walking to my car after school and this huge lineman comes and knocks me in my ass and kicks my face in I instantly begin to bleed. Next thing I know it was all black and i wake up in a hospital bed with my mom and little brother Jacob sitting next to me. "Taylor!!" he yelled and my mom gets up and sighs "Your awake!" they both hug me and I hear a gasp behind Jacob. I look over and see Rog standing there with a huge smile on his face.

I asked what happened. My mom says" You were attacked by Tim when you were walking to your truck and he kicked you I the face, luckily Roger was right behind you guys and managed to lay a punch on Tim I the face and Bret helped him". I looked at Rog and asked if I could have a minute alone with Rog as mom and Jacob walked out Rog came and hugged me so quick I wasn't expecting it. I pushed him away and said "What was that all about I thought you were shunning me still?" he looked hurt when I said it. He just said "I was going to tell you when you left, that I l...loved you and wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and I don't care what people say about me,you, or us". I looked at him and just said" When can Leave?" he said "when you wake up". So we left about an hour later after paying the bill and checking out.

We let Rog off at his house and he said "Call me Tay!" and I just pretend to ignore him, but inside I wanted to tell him how I felt for him and that I wanted to spend the rest of my days with him too. But I was mad. Later that night I was in my room higher than a kite with the painkillers I had gotten and my mom opened the door " Taylor you have a visitor" Rog entered the picture and my mom left. "hi, Tay" be sat by my bed and looked at my face. He writhed In terror. "I can't stand to see you like this Tay. Let me put some ice on it to bring down the swelling". He left and came back with a bag of ice and put it on my face. I winced at the pain it caused."sorry, I'll try to be gentle" we lied in my bed until the ice melted. "I need more ice, Rog" he took it off my face and looked at my bruise"it looks better already" and kissed it. He came back up with more ice and put it on my face. I took it off and decided I forgave roger and put my bruised cheek on his chest and drifted asleep. I wasn't expecting him to be there the next morning but he was we were both in Jordan shorts and had no shirts on. I was still in his bare chest while he was snoring i was in love with him.

Part Two IDK!!!! You tell me. All true with some exceptions.