I heard shuffling, then sniffing. It was vague but clearly still there. I rubbed my nose, thinking I was making one of those weird noises that a nose makes sometimes. But, it continued. Was he okay?
I was very worried, probably more than I should have been. Was he choking on something? I got up, putting my ear to the door, listening. It stopped, then one deep, long breath was heard, it stopped again. I was conflicted to look but, was he okay? There was a crack, a small one about the size of my thumbnail. Just to see if he's okay. Nothing weird abou- holy shit. Pale, that's all I saw was pale. Skinny, skinny stomach that could almost show bone. Body, Jesus Christ. Body. He bent over, taking off his socks and pants. Look away!!!
I was having serious trouble doing that but I ripped my head away and looked down at my hands. Jesus.
I look back up, not knowing what to expect but, catching a glimpse of his pale skin getting in the shower. My pants were incredibly tight. No NO, NO NONONONONON!!!
I cant like him!?!? I get up, shaking myself as the feeling in my stomach begins to tighten. Jesus Christ.
I clutch down, hoping to subside the feeling in my lower gut. Nothing. I began to panic. What if he saw? Would he hate me? Yes, of course, he would, he's a Christian! Christians hate gays!! Shit SHit SHIT!! But, I'm not gay. I'm not. I cant be. I can't be gay. I just can't be gay. Fuck FUck FUCK!!
I'm not gay. I need to get him out. I can't be gay. He needs to leave. He needs to go. He needs to leave. I'm not gay. I'll get a girlfriend, forget about him, just leave him alone and I won't be gay. I'll call his mom.
I looked at his phone on the ground. I can't call his mom. I need to let it go. I'm a teenager. It happens all the time. Just a small boner. Nothing to be worried about.
A muffled voice yelled through the bathroom wall. "Where are the towels?" It yelled. Have I been thinking that long?
I look around my room for the laundry I had done a while ago, surely there had to be a towel in there, right? Bingo!
I grab a towel, going to the bathroom door. I knock.
"I have one with me, I'll close my eyes and give it to you okay?" I wait a minute before a strangled voice answered, "Okay."
I try opening the door, finding it to be locked. Did he lock the door?
I wait, then hear the lock jiggle before opening. I quickly close my eyes and hand him the towel. He takes it and mutters a 'thank you' before shutting the door. I smile and pat myself on the back for how put together I sounded.
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