Chapter One

His Back In Town

"Daniel, His here!!!" My mother yelled from downstairs. I jolted up out of my bed, sat The Giver down, and ran out of my bedroom, darting down the steps fast. I had been counting down the days that Troye would come back from his hometown, South Africa. But, now I didn't have to sit around and wait anymore. Troye was finally here and he was here to stay.

I opened up the front door and ran out into the outside. The sky was a cloudless baby blue and it was pretty warm, even though it was March. Troye stepped out of the car with a bright smile spread across his face as he stared at me.We ran towards each other with our arms wide open, like most people do in movies these days when they would reunite with an old friend or a lost lover.

We gave each other a warm hug, which seemed to last forever. I inhaled the minty scent that was on him and I smiled. "Daniel." He whispered softly into my ear. "Troye." I whispered back. Troye and I were long life childhood best friends; we would play together on the school playground, play Hide & Seek, make sandcastles on the beach, and build snowmans.We had even both realized we were both gay once we had our first kiss on the playground in fifth grade.

But, it all came crashing down when he told me he was moving back to South Africa to visit his family during the summer break over ninth grade. The bad news about Troye's farewell had devastated me and broke my heart into a million little pieces. Now, I have him back and he just moved a few blocks down from my house in our old neighborhood, The Blue Neighborhood.

We pulled out of the hug and stood a few inches away from each other. "You haven't changed much, Danny. You still look great." Troye complimented me. His smooth Australian accent made my heart cave in everytime i heard it. "Thanks, but you have changed." I giggle. I remember Troye was so chubby and fat back then with his huge dimples and bubbly personality, he was like a chipmunk.

But, now he was tall, lean, skinny, and lanky yet muscular. He had bright icy blue eyes, small lips, a short nose, pale skin, and light blue cropper curly brown hair. He looked like one of those male models from one those Calvin Klein underwear ads. "Troye, honey, oh my you have grown up so much." My mother gushed and wrapped her arms around him.

"Mrs. Ryan, I have missed you so much. Where is Mr. Ryan?" He asked.
"At work, but, let's not worry about my crazy husband. Come inside I was just baking lasagna." said my mom.

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"Mmmh, I missed the taste of your lasagna, Mrs. R." Troye confessed, with a mouthful of cheese lasagna in his mouth and a sliver fork in his hand. "Thank you, Troye. You are too sweet, honey. I'll let you two catch up on some things. I will be upstairs watching The Golden Girls." She told us.

My mother waved at a goodbye to Troye and I before she excused herself from the kitchen room to disappear upstairs. "How was South Africa?" I asked him. "It was great and all. I hung out with my old friends and family but, it wasn't the say without you." He says, as he played in his food with a fork.

"I missed you too. But, where are your parents?" I questioned him. "There unpacking our boxes and luggages in our new house." He explains.

"Are you already in enrolled in school?"

"Yes. I'm going tomorrow."

"Hopefully, I have classes with you."

"Hopefully, you will, Dan."

The front door opened and then closed hard. I heard huge footsteps and right then in there I knew that it was my father. The look on his face when he entered the kitchen was evident that he didn't want to see Troye.

My father never (probably ever) liked how close I and Troye were. He thought there was a deeper meaning like allegory behind our longtime friendship. He was right about that there was something much deeper than it appeared when it came to Troye and I. Our families never gotten along and they were always fighting or arguing.

We were both homosexuals and we were hiding from our parents, in fear of them not accepting or disowning us. But, what made matters worse, was that our coming out of the closet scene would effect both family's religious beliefs. I had a Christian background but, Troye was Jewish.

Whenever, we went to church together as children with our families we had always felt like unwelcome guests walking into a party. I had heard that I was going to hell because I was hell and that a different lover is a sin. There was so much homophobic slurs I had being thrown around Seattle that I feared for my life and tried to hide who I really was.

"Hi, Mr. Ryan. I have missed you." Troye says. My father ignores him and walks over to the refrigerator, searching for something to eat inside.

"I'm sorry." I mouthed to him quitely.
"It's alright. I understand." He mouthed back. "Troye, You will have to look leave soon because we're about to prepare dinner." My father tells him.

"I could stay for dinn--"

"I said leave, Troye."

Troye sighed and sat up from the kitchen table. He rubbed my shoulder softly and waved a small goodbye before he had walked out of the door.
I jumped up and slowly begin to walk out of the kitchen.

"I don't want him back over here, Daniel." My father commanded.

I whipped my head around and faced my dad with a mad look. "Do you understand?" He asked. "It won't happen again, father." I lied, biting my lip.

Troye had walked back into my life and my world. A year without troye felt like a day without rain. His back in town.

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Omg!!! Did you guys liked Troye and Daniel reunited? Well, I think it was so cute and heartwarming. But, I really hate how homophobic and cruel Daniel's father is towards Danny's and Troye's unbreakable friendship.

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