[ WP ] Write a story where the first sentence means something totally different than the last by the end of the story .

I like James, he's a good friend. 
 
 I remember the first time I met him. We were both at the same teen camp that happens every summer and winter out in Appalachian mountains. He was playing offence, and I was playing defence. A fight broke out between both of our teams, and before anyone knew what had really happened, everyone and anyone throwing punches. And that was the first time I remember seeing him, and unconventionally meeting him. My fist flying into his face. 
 
 Surprisingly though, by the end of the camp we had become best mates. What started out as bitter rivalry after that brawl slowly became a friendly rivalry and then evolved into friendship. In the next few months after camp we ended up hanging out a lot with one another, as my Mum moved to the same town as him. Me and my Mum ended up moving for a bunch of reasons, mainly though'cause she could n't find work in the other town we were living in. That and there were concerns that a serial killer was loose in the region, preying on mainly teenage boys from high schools. My mum, having suffered sexual abuse at the hands of my father, could never stand the thought of that every possibly happening to me; so therefore that was the other part of the reason that we had left the last three towns that had young guys disappear in. 
 
 Since we ended up in the same high school, it allowed me and James to catch up whenever we wanted. I still remember the time when we threw fireworks under Principal Miller's car, or the time when we snuck into the school pool in the middle of the night with some babes. I remember when we stayed up one night just star gazing, next to a shed we had found in the forest, talking about anything and everything. James would often talk about whatever girl he liked at the moment, or the last girl he had sex with, while I sometimes asked him questions like anal sex and blowjobs feels like. 
 
 I still also can remember the first time that I told him that I liked him. He laughed me off, told me that he liked me too and tried to changed subject. 
 
 I just stood there. 
 
 Unamused. 
 
 Perplexed by my silence, he turned around to see me standing there. The look on my face. My sincereness of what I had said. 
 
 And then it dawned on him what I said, or more specifically, what I had meant. 
 
 Lost for words, he quickly excused himself and drove away; leaving me just standing there. 
 
 Hurt. 
 
 Alone. 
 
 Vulnerable. 
 
 I had opened up to him and he had n't even replied. He just drove away. 
 
 The next few weeks at school were like torture. 
 
 He would n't look at me. 
 
 He would n't talk to me. 
 
 He would n't respond to any of my texts or phone calls. 
 
 And so I planned a way I could make it up to him. Make it up for both of us. 
 
 About a week later I was ready. 
 
 Not wanting to waste any time, I slipped a letter into his locker that morning detailing that I was sorry for what I said and how I just wanted us to be friends again. Furthermore, I also mentioned that I wanted to make it up to him, and therefore that I had a surprise I wanted to give him as a sign of my goodwill in this situation. At the bottom of the letter I had written the where and when The secret shed in the forest - 8pm. 
 
 He must have read the letter pretty soon after I had slipped it in, as less than an hour later I received a text from him simply stating ***Kk, will be there. Got something at 9 I have to be back for though. *** 
 
 The day passed excruciatingly slowly. Each tick of the clock in class seemed to slow down purposefully, as if to delay our joyous reunion. However, eventually the moment finally came. He arrived at the shed, where I was waiting; the shed that we had never told any of our friends or family about. I welcomed him, apologised, and gave him a beer from pack that I had brought. I told him that I wanted us to relax before I showed him his surprise, and so we sat down for a good 15 minutes while he had a few beers and I just asked questions about his classes. 
 
 About 10 minutes later, he was gone. My customized beers had done their job. Moving quickly, I carefully dragged him inside the shed and tied him many times to the chair that I had brought. Once securing him, I proceeded to duct tape his hands, mouth and even feet. There would be no escape for him until he fully realised, how much I needed him. And how much he secretly needed me, even though he was n't aware of it. I needed the time to for him to realise this as well, so I took his car keys and drove his car into one of the rivers going through the forest. 
 
 Within the next hour, he woke up. At first he seemed confused. He was trying to shout through the duct tape and break out of chair and ropes. I told him that I was helping him. I told him that I was helping him realise how much he needed me. 
 
 And how much I needed him. 
 
 But he did n't listen. 
 
 Not at first. 
 
 But as the several days between now and then slowly passed by, he began to understand. 
 
 I am with him now, as I write this to all of you. You really should be here too, to be able to see the way that the lovingly way that he looks at me know. To be able to understand all the beautiful ways that we pleasure one another. The kind words he whispers into my ears, even though he has duct tape over his mouth. The empathetic embraces he gives me, even though his arms are still tied behind the chair he sits on. 
 
 He really loves me now 
 
 I can see it in the way that his eyes plead and dart whenever I am in the room. 
 
 And I love him too. 
 
 Just like all those before him. 
 
 
 Every day that passes proves truer and truer what I said in the beginning. 
 
 I like James, he's a good friend. 
 
 _______________________________ 
 
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