Dear Diary,

I don't know what to do any more.
Things are really awkward between me and Dylan. I'm not sure if I should bring up yesterday or not. He's acting like it never happened but I know he still feels awkward about it, he's been acting all weird today.
I don't know what's wrong with me! The only person who's ever gotten me to act like this was...Bradley. Back when I still liked him, he always used to make me act and feel like this, all awkward, and unable to talk to him. Except what's strange about this is, I don't really like Dylan like that, me and him are bro's. But the way he acts around me, all weird, and clingy, and possessive. It's making me feel...well..awkward.
He always follows me around a bit too closely, and yesterday he held my hand, and even called me cute!

Maybe I should tell Becka?

No! That's would be a terrible idea, yesterday she went on and on about how me and Dylan are supposedly "in love".

Even though we've only known each other for a couple days, and I don't like him like that. Just because I'm gay, it doesn't mean I'm gonna fall head over heals over every guy who crosses my path. That's a horrible stereotype.
Even if I did like Dylan..which I don't, there's a little something called getting to know someone first. Wonder if she's ever heard of it?

Maybe I should ask him about it? I dunno. You know what? I'll just do it! I've never been the type of person to worry about what I say, so why start now? I walked over to Dylan who was by his locker, across from mine. I could feel the confidence I once had slowly drain out of my body. I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Dylan?" He jumped a bit and turned around quickly, he looked a bit nervous to see me but calmed down after a sec.

"Oh, hey Mark. How are you doing?" He asked me.

"Uh-um, I'm doing fine. How are you doing?" I stuttered. Really Mark?! Stuttering! Get a grip man!

"That's..that's good." He said nervously scratching the back of his head.

"U-um, can we talk?" I asked.

"*sigh* is this about yesterday? Look I'm sorry if I-"

"It's ok! But can we still talk?"

"Ok, sure."

We walked into our closet making sure we weren't been followed or watched. He locked the door and turned on the lights.
"So.." He said awkwardly.

"Dylan, when we walked home yesterday, why'd you grab my hand?" I asked. I'd might as well just straight up ask instead of going on and on about nothing.

"I-I" I could see the sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Well?"

"*sigh* the lady."

"What lady?"
He seamed be getting pissed off.
"The one who was making googly eyes at you!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Yes you do." Then I remembered that lady with the mermaid dyed hair who winked at me.
"So, who cares if she was making googly eyes at me."

"I do!" He yelled. I took a step back, my eyes were widened in shock.

"W-what?" I said softly.

He let out another sigh and ran his fingers through his thick mead of black hair.
"I do." He looking at me directly in the eyes.

"W-wait, Dylan. Do you.."

"Yeah..I..I like you Mark." He said with a small laugh on my head.

"B-but. We only really knew each other for 3 days."

"No. You only knew me for 3 days, I've known you for 4 years." He said with a sad smile. "Mark, I've liked you ever since the day I've met you. I love everything about you, the way you're not afraid to say what's on you mind, how peaceful you looked whenever you fell asleep in class. I was so upset when you got expelled and had to leave, especially since I knew you didn't deserve it. I even tried to convince them to un-expel you."

"Dylan...." I said softly.

"I've always liked you, I just could never talk to you. I could never talk to anyone! Why do you think I spend so much time hiding in a janitors closet?! *sigh*. Look, I'm sorry if this is a lot to take in. I guess it's about time I told you. It's just..I- hmmph~"

I cut him off with a kiss. I could tell that he was shocked by my actions. After a couple seconds he kissed back, he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck. After a minute of kissing we pulled apart for air.

"Mark~"

After a couple seconds I pushed myself off him.

"Gah! I'm sorry! I..I don't know why I did that! I just-"

"It's ok Mark, I didn't mind the kiss. But why? I thought you'd be weirded out by my confession."

"I don't know why, I just.." I was trying to find the right word to say, but none came to mind. "Did you really mean what you said? About liking everything about me and stuff?" That came out a lot more awkward then I thought it would be.

"Of course Mark. I think you're perfect in your own way." He said grabbing my hand. "But you kissed me. Does that mean you like me back?"

"I..I don't know, but I think I'm starting to..."

"...I'll take it!" He said happily. I don't know for sure, but I think I'm blushing. I don't know what it is, but it's something about the way he confessed his feelings for me that made me find him more attractive. "S-so, you wanna kiss again?" He asked shyly. I nodded and we went back to kissing each other inside the janitors closet. I don't even know how I know how to kiss, this is my first one. As embarrassing as it sounds, it's true. No one really ever wants to get close to me.

So yeah, that's what happened. There I was, making out in a closet, with a guys I've only really gotten to know for 3 days. I wonder how Becka's gonna react to this. I mean, she's obviously gonna be the first person I tell about this, no one else.