Closer

by daddyT - daddytall (at) proton.me

Note by the author:

I recently watched the movie "Close". It starts wonderful with the display of a very close friendship of two boys, but then really bad things happen. And it was clear to me, that those things happened the way they did, because the characters did not talk to each other about what was going on. And I needed to fix that. So here we are. This is how the movie could have taken another turn. For the better, for one less lost teen boy.

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Sincerely yours,
daddyT

Leo had been thinking. This morning at the schoolyard, his best friend in the world, his brother in all but blood, had attacked him. Remy had been so furious. Leo had never seen him like that. Since then, he had been thinking. What had happened to them? What had happened to him? In the end, there was only one thing he could do. He had to see Remy.

The house of Remy's family was brightly lit. He could see Sophie making dinner. When he stood at the door, the feeling of familiarity and of being in a place of happiness washed over him. He took a deep breath. This would be hard.

When Leo opened the sliding glass door, Sophie turned around. The boy stood in the door frame, carefully sensing his best friend's mom.

"What happened?" the woman asked.
"We had a fight," the boy answered timidly.
"But why? I can't remember anything like this."
Leo hung his head.
"He was very upset," Sophie was not relenting.
"I am sorry, Sophie. Really, really sorry," he mumbled in the direction of his shoes.
"Then go and tell him that."

The door to Remy's room was closed. This was really bad. Leo stood before the door. He put his hand on the door handle, and then he stopped - he had heard something from within the room. The boy hesitated. This was also something new. He had never been afraid. But so much had changed.

He remembered the first week of school when those girls asked if he and Remy were together. He had been so embarrassed. But not because of what the other kids would think; instead, he had thought about what Remy would think. Leo's best friend had said nothing, then, but he had been thinking about that moment and what he had felt right then. What would happen if Remy found out?

But now all of that did not matter. Right now, he had to make amends. Leo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then the door opened, and he was staring directly into the eyes of his best friend.

"Leo!" Was all Remy could say.
"Hey!"
Both boys looked at each other in silence.

Leo bit his upper lip; Remy was standing less than an arm's length away. After the initial surprise, his best friend's face was showing some emotions that were not so easy to describe.

"Look," the blond boy started, but then he hesitated.
Remy kept staring at him.
"You were right." He sighed. "I did try to avoid you. But it is not what you are thinking."
The dark-haired boy was visibly getting angry again.
But before he could say anything, Remy added, "Please let me explain. Then you can yell at me if you want to."
"OK," was the only thing Remy uttered before turning and going back into his room, and finally standing beside his bed.

Leo went in, too, closing the door behind him.

"Look," he started again. "I know I did something wrong, and I am terribly sorry." Leo tried to gauge if his words were having any effect, but there seemed to be no change in his friend's face.
"Why?" Remy asked.
"I..." the blonde was stuck.

This was much harder than he had thought. But then he gave himself a mental kick.

"I did not want you to think that it is true," Leo finally admitted.
"What?" The other boy was confused.
"When the girls asked if we were..."
"Together?" Remy asked. "But we aren't."
"Yeah." Leo found it hard to speak out loud what he had thought about in his head for all this time. "But I wish we would be," he finally whispered.

His friend was now openly staring at him. His mouth was slightly agape, and he was clearly thinking hard.

"You like me?" Remy finally asked.
"Of course I like you. You are my best friend. But this summer, I somehow started to like you even more."
"You mean..."
"Yeah, Remy. I like like you."
Silence filled the room.
"I am really sorry, I didn't want you to know about it, but when the girls asked about us, I panicked. I thought if you knew, you would stop being my friend. And I could not stand losing you. But now I may have lost you already, so I thought you at least wanted to know the truth." Leo was out of breath after his confession.
Remy just sat down on the bed and sighed. "I thought you didn't want to be my friend anymore."

Leo went over to the dark haired boy, kneeling right before him.

"I want to be your friend forever. I can not imagine being without you. It is OK if you don't have the same feelings as me, but please don't turn away from me."

The expression on Remy's face went softer and softer with every minute of their conversation.

"You're my bestest friend in the whole wide world. You are like a brother to me. I would never turn my back on you," the dark haired boy finally said. "But I have not even thought about who I like. How did you find out?"

"I didn't for a long time. Only when the girls asked about us, I thought about how happy I am when we are together, how much I like spending time with you, and how comfortable I am when we are close," Leo sighed. "And then it struck me," the boy paused. "I don't know what I am, but I do know that..." He met his best friend's eyes with his own. "I love you, Remy."

They both looked deeply into each other's eyes, looking for the truth.

Finally, Remy broke into a grin. "You are dumb!"
"I am not!"
"Yes, you are. I could never live without you. It would kill me."

Then they hugged. All the tension of the last few weeks went away. Both boys were happy again. When Sophie called for them, they went into the kitchen as close together as ever.

I am currently writing two multi-part stories over in adult-youth. Those include "action". Maybe you like them.