I thought of this while doing an essay in language arts. Yeah, I know it's weird. Whatever. I'd like to thank my beta L~T. You still rock. So um yeah..enjoy

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I stood up and looked him directly in the eye making sure I kept a straight face, void of any emotion. On the inside I was screaming in fury and crying in pain but I wouldn’t let him see that. “Do you really want to do that?” I asked trying to keep my voice at a calm level.

“Yes Chester. I am.” He replied. He wasn’t as good at hiding emotions as everyone said. His voice was cracking. I gulped and took a deep breath. I didn’t want him to leave me. It’s not like I was in love with him but he kept my mind off the person I was in love with. I thought he didn’t know until he said, “Why are we even together? We both know you don’t love me.”

I didn’t know what to say. I made sure to keep my face void of any emotion. Though it was getting harder and harder not to break down in tears and beg for forgiveness when I didn’t even do anything. “Of course I love you. Why would we be together if I didn’t?” I lied through my teeth. He obviously could tell. He laughed and replied, “C’mon Chaz. Do you seriously believe that?” With those words he walked to the other end of the bus and I sat back down.

Of course I didn’t believe it. I was in love with a completely different person. The only problem was, this person was my best friend. How would that work? It’s not like some fucking chic flick where two best friends fall in love; they’re both too scared to say anything, one speaks up and they drive off together in the sunset. Again I asked, how the fuck would that work? I made sure that he wasn’t looking and took a swig of my beer that I sneaked onto the bus. We really weren’t allowed to have the stuff on the bus but I snuck it on anyway.

I sighed and felt the urge to throw something creeping up on me. I grabbed the bottle in my hand and threw it full force at the wall. It shattered into pieces and fell to the floor. He came back, looked at the ground and looked back at me. “What the fuck Chester?” He exclaimed.

I simply smiled and said, “You’re right Rob. I’m not in love with you. To be honest, I’m not sure if I ever was.” His eyes started to water and he walked back to the end of the bus. I’m pretty sure he was crying. I probably would’ve cried too if I had a lover who never loved me in the first place even though I loved them with all my heart and soul.

I need to get some fresh air, I thought. I stood up and walked out the door, almost slamming it behind me. I had no idea why I was so angry. After all, it was my fault he broke up with me. I’m the one who wasn’t in love. If anything, he should’ve been angry. He’s the one who was lied to for two years.

Deciding to go to the beach, I turned left and started going in the direction of the coast. I knew there was a beach nearby somewhere in the city we were in. If I walked towards the coast I would find it. Luckily, we were in Florida and the Gulf of Mexico was a five minute walk away.

I’m not sure when it was that I fell in love with him. All I knew was that I was so in love with him it hurt. He was my best friend. Best friends aren’t supposed to fall in love with each other. Especially if your best friend is the same gender as you. That was even worse. It wasn’t supposed to happen but it did.

I felt a tear stream down my cheek and wiped it away. I stopped when I smelled the salty air of the ocean. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I didn’t realize I was at the beach. I smiled and looked out at the ocean. The waves shimmered as the tide came rushing in, soothing my senses. I sat down in the warm sand and closed my eyes. All my problems were gone with the tide as I heard it rush back out to sea. I sighed and lied down.

“What are you doing here?” His voice made me jump and sit up. He laughed at my reaction and almost fell down. “Dude, I didn’t know you were that wrapped up in your thoughts.” He said still laughing.

“I needed some place quiet to think,” I started, “At least it was quiet until you got here.” He immediately stopped laughing and started to look concerned. “Think about what?” He asked. He sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulder. I started sobbing. I didn’t even know why. I buried my face into his chest and cried. He rubbed my back soothingly and whispered little nothings into my ear. “It’s ok.”

After about five minutes I stopped and pulled away. I looked at his tear stained shirt and started to apologize but he stopped me. “It’s ok, dude. Just tell me what’s wrong.” He said.

“Rob broke up with me.” I replied, feeling all my problems coming back to me with a hell of a lot of force.

“How come?” He asked.

“I wasn’t in love with him. He found out.” I said not wanting to go further than that. It wasn’t like I was going to all of a sudden blurt out I was in love with him. I told myself I’d never tell him unless it was a life or death situation. That or (which I thought was very unlikely) he would tell me he was in love with me and it’d end up like some cheesy chic flick.

“If you weren’t in love with him, why are you crying?” He questioned. I bit my lip and started debating on whether or not to tell him, at least, the reason we broke up. After a short moment, I decided to tell him.

“He kept my mind off the person I really love.” I answered. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his chest crying again. Again, I didn’t know why.

“Who do you really love?” He asked. I looked up at him without letting go of him. Did I really want to tell him? No was the simple answer. But if I dug deeper there was a part of me that wanted to tell him. I made sure to bury that part as deep as possible.

“I can’t tell you,” I said, “Not now.” I suppose he was hurt that I didn’t tell him but he didn’t show it. He, unlike Rob, was good at hiding emotions; just like me. Only he did it a little too much. Sometimes he would bottle his emotions up for so long, they overflowed. That had only happened a few times before and I knew it wasn’t healthy. I told him to talk to me more but he just said everything was fine which I knew was complete and utter bullshit.

“I can wait.” He said. Grateful for his understanding, I snuggled closer to him and sighed contently. I closed my eyes again and let myself be taken by the ocean breeze once again.

“Mike?” I asked after a few minutes.

“Hmm.”

“Did you ever fall in love with someone you weren’t supposed to fall in love with?” I at least wanted to know if he was going through the same thing as me.

“Yes.” He replied.

“When?”

“I still am.” He said. I was immediately interested.

“Who?” I asked.

“I can’t tell you,” He responded, “Not now.” Bastard’s giving me a taste of my own medicine, I thought.

“I can wait.” Even though I really wanted to know, I let him have his privacy. He was letting me have mine. I thought I should let him have his.

“Can you give me a hint?” I asked.

“Only if you give me a hint.” He said, smiling. I gave him a death glare.

“Fine. He’s a good friend of mine.” I said. He pulled away from me and tapped his chin in thought.

“You have a lot of good friends.” He said after a while.

“So? You didn’t say how good the hint had to be. Now give me yours!” I pleaded.

“Fine. He’s a good friend of mine.” I was stunned. Mike Shinoda. In love with another guy. I didn’t think it was possible. The guy acted straight as a line yet he was in love with a guy. “You’re in love with a guy?” I asked regretting it as soon as it came out of my mouth.

“Yeah, I know no one knew I was gay…bi, at least.” He answered. “I’m not sure what it is about him,” he started, “All I know is, I’m in love with him.”

We sat in silence for what felt like hours when in reality it was probably only a few minutes, just staring at the horizon trying to analyze each other. Well, who the other person was in love with.

I couldn’t think of anyone he would’ve been in love with. Not in the band anyway. I thought maybe it was one of his friends I didn’t know very well. I mean, I knew all of his friends but some I knew better than others. I figured it was one of the people I wasn’t close to.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I jumped slightly and turned to look at him. He was looking at the sunset. The orange glow of the sun was just barely over the horizon and there was a purplish tint at the very bottom of it. Part of the ocean had reddish hues to it. “It is.” I responded. He suddenly looked at me seriously and I was obliged to look back at him. “This is probably gonna end up with you hating me but I have to tell you.” He said. I nodded and waited for him to go on.

“You wanna know who I’m in love with?” he asked. I nodded again. He sighed and looked away from me biting his lip.

“It’s you.” I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I could barely breathe. No way in hell was Mike Shinoda in love with me. Mike. Shinoda. In. Love. With. Me. No. Fucking. Way. “Are you gonna say something?” He asked.

“This is gonna sound like a fucking chic flick but,” I chuckled slightly at the fact, “I love you too.” His entire face lit up and he moved closer to me. He was so close; I could feel his warm breath on my skin. Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered close and I wrapped my arm around his neck. His lips started to move against mine and I moaned softly.

Deciding to take the next initiative, I ran my tongue across his bottom lip, pleading for entrance. He granted my wish and parted his mouth slightly, letting my tongue slide in. My tongue against his was sending fire throughout my entire body. I tilted his head to deepen the kiss and made sure to explore every crevice of his mouth before he shoved my tongue back in my mouth with his and did the same to mine, causing me to moan.

We didn’t part until air became a necessity. Comfortable silence followed.

“Wow.” He finally said breathlessly.

“Uh-huh.” I replied just as breathless.

“Do you know what this means?”

“Hmm.”

“We just created our own cheesy chic flick.” There was a pause, followed by us both bursting into hysterics of laughter, not stopping until our stomachs hurt.

We both stopped laughing after a while.

I smiled, looked him straight in the eye and said, “I love you Mike.”

He smiled back and replied, “I love you too, Chester.”

With those words, we laid down in the sand and embraced one another and let ourselves be taken away by the ocean breeze.

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So? How was that? I myself, thought it was too cheesy when I read it but Stephen King says that when you write that you're not MAKING the characters do anything. You're simply seeing what's going on and writing it down.(I'm too lazy to find the exact quote lol) So blame Mike and Chester...not me

Anyhoo, review please?