The only sounds that could be heard were the ones of faint quick breathing, and lips coming together. It went on like this until one of us stopped kissing the other. 

"I love you," Mark panted then went to kissing my neck. 

I was astonished by what he had said. We had only been somewhat together for two and a half weeks, but I knew in my heart that I felt the same. It only took seconds for me to respond with the same sentence, but with a "too" at the end of it. 

His face went back up to my own and the kissing began again. It was like that for months. Us two would hide wherever we could given where we wen to school and how they reached with homosexuality. You see, we live in a town with not many people in it, so everyone knows everyone and it gets hard being a gay fifteen year old, with a boyfriend in a 1A school district. It was close to the end of seventh period and Mark and I had to go back to our respective classes, otherwise people might speculate what was happening. As we opened the janitor's closet we saw the entire school (literally) standing there looking at us. The only thing we knew to do was the close the door, cry and die in there. However, that was not the case. The English teacher, who so happened to be my father, started banging on the door tell me to dot out of the closet. Kind of ironic. 

"Arthur Henry! Get your goddamn ass out of that goddamn closet!" 

Now I had no choice, but to get out. I slowly pushed the door open and got out then, I just fucking ran. I don't know where I went, or why I even tried to escape, but I left the town After I had left everything including my boyfriend, I stopped as I entered a small town. You see, I forgot to mention, that it's 1958.