Patton hugged at his knees, frowning to himself, tear stains running down his slightly chubby, freckled cheeks, his glasses off to the side. His 'friends' were spamming him with text messages of slurs and insults, the picture of him, at a mere 12 years old, kissing another boy came to a shock to everyone.

"I kissed a boy...and I liked it, "He whispered to himself, though, he knew he shouldn't. He shouldn't like it, he's a boy and god says boys can't like boys right? "The taste of his cherry chapstick..."

"I kissed a boy just to try it..." He continues, sniffling a bit. "I hope my friends don't mind it..."

He ran a hand up his cheeks, rubbing at his puffy eyes before tangling it into his hair, a soft sob leaving him. "It felt so wrong...it felt so right, " He whispers. "I can't be in love tonight..."

"I kissed a boy and liked it, " He admits to himself, horror laced in with the confession.

"I liked it."