Have you ever thought life is too much, too much stress, drama, and a hassle?

*****

There he was, motionless, his longish brown hair moving in the wind, standing there thinking, making the decision to jump and end it all. Standing on the fourth story balcony of some inn, unable to decide.

"If I jump, I will no longer have any problems to deal with, nothing and no one will be able to hurt me or judge me"

He stood there looking down at the violet BMW, wondering if he would even die from that height, wondering if the impact would hurt even for a split second. He climbed over the railing, and just when he was gonna jump

"Cris stop playing around, you"ll hurt yourself"

His mother stopped him, he climbed over the railing once again, but now to go and eat. His decision was made; he just couldn’t do what he wanted to.

The town he lives in, being so small, everyone knows each other and all things about them. When he told his best friend that he was gay, she told a friend, and so on. When everyone had found out, the few that would talk to him, stopped, no one would even glance let alone stare. He became the black sheep of school, forgotten, and uncared for. When all heard he was going to jump, they didn"t care, some encouraged it, some were surprised, but they all cared enough to talk about the subject.

When Monday came, he hurried to his history class, people noticed him, and stared only because of him wanting to jump. One person, a random person who cris never really talked to, or noticed at school, happened to be the only person to care about him jumping. This random person had the same class with cris; he sat across the room from him. He decided to talk to cris about all that has happened in the past week. He walked over nervous, and scared for what cris may think. Cris just in amazement of the sight of someone actually looking and walking towards him.

"h-hi..." Awkward silence in the empty room.

"Hi, you are, and want what?" cris responded in a monotone voice.

"My names jack, I just want to talk"

"Hello jack, you want to talk about?"

"About you and being-" cris cut him off

"That’s none of your business, now is it?"

"I"m sorry, just wanted to talk, you could have just said no"

"Sorry is an overly used word, I could have said no, but I find it quite rude"

"You don"t think you sound rude now?"

"To you, I may sound rude, but your perspective differs from mine"

Jack started to turn a light shade of pink, from embarrassment. That"s when cris realized how cute jack looked, pinkish face in a red black striped polo shirt, and straight leg black pants. Compared to cris, jack look like a king. Cris dressed in a plain black shirt, and grayish black skinny jeans.

"Well can we talk or not"

"Is that not what we"ve been doing?"

"Yes, but can we talk after school or something"

"Sure, but aren"t you afraid of what people may think of you, if your around me?"

"My house or yours? And I don"t give a damn what anyone thinks"

"I prefer yours, but if we must, I guess mine. Well aren"t we mister tough guy" A grin slowly moved its way to jacks slightly pink face.

"My house it is, we can walk together"

"Fine by me"

*****

Later on, after school, the two walked, talking calmly as if known each other for so long. It changed when jack brought up the whole gay thing.

"So... When did you know your... gay?"

"I can"t recall" said cris a bit angrily

"You don"t remember?"

"Why in the he"ll do you care oh so much?"

"I... Don"t know"

Silence hit like a cop hits a black on the streets, just for no reason and out of now where. They stayed quiet for the rest of the walk.

When they finally got to jacks lovely abode, cris could only stare at such a home. Large white three story house, with such a beautiful garden, you"d think Mexicans had worked on it. A crimson wooden door, with many windows viewing the street. Though such a house, you"d expect many cars, or vehicles of some sort. Yet there weren"t any in sight.

"Your here alone?" cris asked in wonderment

"Yeah, why?"

"No reason"

"My parents are always out on business trips"

"Aren’t you lucky?"

"no, it gets lonely here"

They walked in the beautiful house, and once again cris was amazed.

"These paintings"

"Yeah I don"t know why my parents have shit like this"

"Yeah, who on earth would want some of Leonardo da Vinci"s paintings" cris remarked sarcastically.

"You know about art?" jack asked on the way to his room with cris right behind.

"I know lots, most of nonimportant, but useful at times"

"Oh"

Entering jacks room, cris was outstanded by the room. Blood red walls, with white trim. Posters on one wall of favorite bands and heroes, he assumed.

"You have an a amazing home"

"I guess so"

Jack on the couch, in front of his 50in. Plasma TV

"You gonna sit with me"

"Sure"

Cris sat on the couch, sitting as far as possible on the lovely couch. Both waiting for the other to talk. Silence filled the room.

"Why did you get mad when I asked about you being gay?"

"It’s not something I like"

"Talking about it?"

"Being"

"Why?"

"My entitle life nothing has been normal. My mother and I, moving from motel to hotel and back."

"Oh, I"m sorry"

"Once again you use the word sorry"

"I"m sorry"

"It’s just frustrating living in these conditions. We barely make ends meet."

"Is that why you were gonna jump?"

"Yes"

"Don’t jump... Ever."

"I have no reason to live. I"m uncared for."

"You’re cared for"

"By whom?"

"I care"

"You don"t know anything about me, how could you care?"

"I just care"

"Fine, you care" a single tear came from his eye.

"You never told me why you don"t like being gay"

"I will tell you, but its 5:00 so I need to take a nap"

"You take naps?"

"Yes I do, it"s a whole different story though. I"ll tell you sometime."

"Sleep on my bed"

"Okay" cris said while he walked towards the bed.