Before the Incident
(You're Brandon.)
Ozolog1 seemed to feel more alive when you were around, and you noticed these signs in his actions. He seemed to get more excited when you and he chatted, telling jokes, talking about your routines, funny things that happened by accident one day, and all that classic Ozolog1
And with each passing day, Ozolog1 seemed to speak with more intimacy, so close to you that sometimes your heart would race and you would say to yourself
"He's emotionally dependent on me. He likes me, I'm sure!"
Until one day you gathered the courage to ask him out on a date hidden from your father, who was homophobic, especially since it would break the Sect's rules that didn't accept the LGBT community
In the morning, you got out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed while your vision, barely visible around you, adjusted to the daylight again
Then, your body, overcome by laziness, forced itself to get out of bed and walk to the door. Opening it, you passed through the hallway and went to the kitchen. You went to the refrigerator, opened it, and took a sandwich on a plate. You removed the food from the refrigerator and placed it on the table. You took a bowl and took the sandwich from the plate to the bowl and closed the lid as if you were saving it for later. Then you decided to try making a cake (of your choice, whatever flavor the cake was), gathering the necessary ingredients. When it was time to heat the small cake, you carefully placed it in the oven. You carefully positioned the cake and closed the heavy stovetop lid. After a little effort, Wasted, you put it on at the right moment and use the time while the cake heats up to find a large red checkered tablecloth for those classic picnics. When you find it in the cupboard, just as the cake finishes heating up and the stove is beeping**
**And you fold the huge tablecloth and leave it on the table, grabbing some gloves that don't even fit your hands, and take the cake out of the oven. It turned out perfectly, just as you imagined. When you finally prepare it, organize the food, and whatever else you need, you gather your things and walk past the couch, holding your things in your arm. Your father was sitting there, watching the TV as always. He calmly opens the door, and you walk away, ignoring how much the people passing by judge you, that day would be the happiest of your life.
Arriving at the skate park where Ozolog1 spent his time practicing his tricks, you watch him for a while through the metal fence that serves as a base and then raise an arm, waving to Ozolog1 that he would Going down the huge ramp, he notices you before you get off, and he comes down from the high place, leaving the park, walking towards you, putting a hand on your shoulder, holding it all tacky and giving you a time that you would have to explain about the picnic date that Ozolog1 would have forgotten
Ozolog1 and you arrive at the place where you arranged to meet. It was in a small forest, and the atmosphere was comforting, the sound of birds playing, and the fragile leaves of the trees blowing to the side. You walk to a perfect place to start. You leave your things on the ground while Ozolog1 waits, looking around, evaluating. You unfold the large reddish-checkered cloth on the ground, taking out some food, and arranging everything with care. You sit down, and Ozolog1 also sits on the tablecloth in front of you. He takes a sandwich and takes a bite of a not-so-big piece so as not to be selfish, and of course, he offers you a piece of the cake he had broken, holding the plate carefully so as not to drop it
Ozolog1 — `I'll admit that This place we planned to meet was a good idea, man!
exclaimed Ozolog1, smiling, looking at the sensitive plants and flowers being blown by the wind
(Sorry for the long text)