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Present day. Tulsa, Oklahoma 1965.
Paul Holden, Soc, 20 years old as a junior in college. Husky blonde hair and green eyes. Paul was your typical soc,- rich, lived on the west side of Tulsa. He had many friends, Bob, Chet, Bev, Cherry. Kind of Cherry..but who cares. He has this one friend.. Back in highschool. Darrel, or Darry Curtis. They were best friends before Darry had to drop out. They were the "Power Duo", " Superman and Batman", "Loverboys". Yeah, Tulsa wasn't the place for homosexual relationships.
Coming down from that quick little..biography of Paul, we come back to him currently. He sat in his college classroom, a hand in his hair as he chewed on his pen. He started to mutter something before suddenly touching a chain around his neck.. His dogtags. The dogtags that had his AND Darrels name on it. Darrel.. A name he hasn't spoken about since highschool. Damn he missed that name and the person.
Going on, Paul had started thinking about Darry. He couldn't stop. His mind was rushing, over and over. Paul groaned and leaned back.
"Damn it! I can't get him out of my head.." Paul had ran his hand through his hair, a thing he did when stressed. Paul looked around, checked his watch. 1 am at night. It's late and he's still at his college? He should be home right now. So what did Paul do? Not go home.
Paul instead had walked around the park in the middle of the night. He kicked rocks, distracted himself from the thoughts of his once was best friend. He missed Darrel. He missed everything about him.
Maybe it's impossible to get him out of his head.
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Paul Holden POV.
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I took a walk around the park, it wasn't really cold as it usually was in the middle of the night. I mean, it's only one A.M. Not too cold right? Yeah. Not too cold. I had started to walk because I couldn't get him out of my head. I don't know why he's even in my head, it's been a few years.
We aren't friends anymore. If i'm being honest, I liked Darry during highschool but I knew I couldn't. I wasn't ever going to come out as a homosexual. Tulsa hates them usually. Most people here are Homophobic anyways. Like my dad, if I EVER came out to him he would beat me, like beat me bad. Yeah im twenty, I can defend myself but it still hurts to know I won't ever be accepted.
But besides this, I continued to walk, slightly breathing deeply cause.. It's cold. Even though i just said it wasn't. I realized that I wasn't going to my house. I was on the east, not where socs belong. Socs belong on the west, not the east side.
So while I was walking, Greasers were staring, looking at me like Im crazy. Maybe I was, I don't care. I took the dogtag necklace from my yellow sweater and let them show, I never did that.
I had walked up to the Curtis household. I shouldn't be here. I thought, I KNEW I shouldn't be here. But he just won't get out of my head. I guess I can't turn back now, as I knocked on the Curtis's door. My hands started to be clammy and shaky.
"Shouldnt be doing this Paul.." I said to myself quietly. I heard the door open then heard a voice.
"Paul?"