Took me ages, but better late than never, right?
To anybody else - this be a (the only) oneshot request I got...not that I'm going to give specifics 'cause that'd just ruin the point of this.
There was no denying it.
I hadn’t fallen head-over-heels in love with him, or in basic love, or lust…anything, really, but the moment I’d seen him, the first thing I’d thought was: wow. He was gorgeous- his skin was fair, maybe not unusually so, but I’d never seen anyone as fair as him, and his hair jet black, the contrast beautiful. He was physically fit, too…which doesn’t make him Alex Pettyfer, or someone, but he was by far the most gorgeous guy I’d ever seen. He wasn’t perfect though, not the way every other guy in non-real-life seems to be, but having my own share of zits and scars, I could hardly fault him for his, could I?
“Hey,” he said, shifting his feet, uncomfortable. I hadn’t been staring, but I had been having a little rush of excitement at finally having him come over, so I’d forgotten that he was still standing in the hallway outside my room, his bag by his side.
“Hey,” I replied, shifting to allow him access to my room.
I’d been waiting so long for his arrival! Ever since we’d found out that Annie was the lucky one to get to go to France, and that someone would be arriving in her place, I’d been ecstatic. More so when I learned it wouldn’t be a girl (I’d expected a girl for a girl, you know?) – it’d have been of no point to have Annie leave and have someone else just like her to return anyway.
Which, I admit, is the selfish perspective…of an openly gay teenager. So yes, I’ll also admit that I liked the idea of having a guy around for reasons beyond having a friend that’d actually understand me, instead of try to constantly get me out of the room, or putting on makeup, because, and I quote, “Guy-liner is soo cute!”. Not that I wasn’t glad my coming out had been accepted pretty well, but seriously?
Anyway.
He hadn’t moved after entering my room, standing fixated on this one spot on the ground and staring around the room.
I coughed.
“Hey, sorry,” he seemed to have forgotten I had been there, or something, which is the only explanation I could think of for being the recipient of the ‘deer-caught-in-the-headlights-look’. “I just, I mean, I was just looking at-” he stopped midway, blushing furiously.
It took me a moment to realize he’d been staring at the lone poster I hadn’t taken down.
Shit.
“Uh, yeah. That’s-”
“I know,” he replied quickly, not meeting my gaze. “Does that mean that you’re-”
“Gay?”
He nodded.
“Uh huh.”
When he didn’t reply, I found myself getting defensive. “You got a problem with that?”
He seemed stunned. “What? No, no, I mean-” his eyes widened further, “No! I don’t have a problem!”
I looked at him skeptically. “Really?”
“Yeah,” his reply was accompanied with a vigorous nod.
“’Cause, you know, if it bugs you I could get you Annie’s room or something-”
“No, that’s not it.” he cut me off. “I was just really surprised.”
“How come? You never meet anybody like me?”
