I just love him

No matter the cause, rhyme, or reason I will always be here. Which is actually why I am hanging off a cliff right now. You'd think this should be really confusing but it isn't, I understand perfectly if you would like to understand stay reading. I am James Corbony I am twenty-three and completely in love with a boy. I will begin by telling you I live in a very small town located right next to a gigantic pit with cliffed edges all around. As a child, I and three other boys would ride our bikes around this edge. I being the smallest and most emotionally unstable, was the grunt. The boys would often goof around, I usually being the butt of their jokes. One day I, unsuspecting as usual, was riding my bike a few feet away from the edge. Another boy whom was about The coolest of cool decided I wasn't closed enough. Gavin, the boy's name, picked on me the most. This day he must have been especially upset because he had hate in his eyes as he began pushing my bike, with me still in it. I began to squirm as anyone being pushed toward the edge of a cliff would, but he was at least two times my size and had a good eighty pounds on me. The other boys simply stood in wonder of whether or not he would throw me off or not. One of them Kelvon, the most mentally and physically strong in the group, came to see what the commotion was about. With two swats to the back of his head Gavin instantly left go of me. Both he and I looked back in surprise to see Kelvon watching us. Neither of us knew what to do but eventually Gavin relinquished his grip on the pipe of my bike, but the other of his hands remained on the back of my collar. With one look from Kelvon, Gavin had sent me down and started off back onto the path we'd taken. The others hadn't a clue what they were supposed to do now: follow Gavin or stay put. Because we all knew Kelvon was the kind but strong leader of our little group we had no intentions of disobeying. With that I you may think it is ridiculous to like him at such a young age, but maybe it was the look in his eyes after the silence had ended, or even just that he was the one who let me hang out, every time.