Sometimes I feel like such a cliché. I'm that kid in every high school movie out there. I even have a title, a neat little box that I fit in: "The Gay Boy". I'm that kid who reads fashion magazines and dresses in prissy designer clothing. I'm that kid with the high-pitched voice and the less-than-athletic physique. I'm the boy who is picked on by the football team and mocked by the cheerleaders. I'm the one who lives among the misfits: the geeks, weirdos, and freaks, because I guess I'm one of them.

You know what's even more cliché than that: Being in love with the captain of the football team. Even I can't help laughing at myself for that one. It took me a while to admit it, and once I did, the stupid crush just grew. It manifested itself into this…thing that is constantly, endlessly, eating my mind. And it isn't like there is anything I can do about it. After all, he'd never give me second look. Not like that. He has that blonde Barbie for a girlfriend anyway.

That's about where the clichés stop. Unlike every high school movie, there is no happy ending here. There is no dramatic, wonderful kiss. There is no beautiful sunset. And unlike every other cliché "Gay Boy", I just pretend to be confident, because only I could know that I cry myself to sleep every night.