Not the straightest arrow (BXB) PAFP

Hello, My name is Logan. I dress neatly in a clean shirt, crisp jeans, and my beanie. My hair is always combed to the right side and peeks out from under my hat. I sometimes comb it over with the finger tips of my thumb and index finger, our with my nails. My shoes are old and loose, easy slip on and off, but other than that are pretty clean. I like the color orange, but hate the fruit. I love meat, and hate veggies. I am an Only child, living with my mom and step dad. I'm 15 years old, and is drifting through school like its a piece of cake. I enjoy playing violent video games, watching scary moves, andhanging with my boy ____(your character). We are very close. And have gotten into some messed up crap. We've been friends since we were in diapers. We talk about everything! We know everything about each other. Well.. almost everything. I haven't told my homie this because.. well I don't want it to mess up our friendship.. but I'm.. Gay. Sure he might not care.. but there's more to my likings.. I like him. LOVE him. WANT him. I don't know what to do..

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The room is silent, just my soft breathing. Until the gentle and soothing silence was broken by the screaming of my alarm clock. I literately rolled out of bed, falling onto my stomach with a thud. "BUCK-O? ARE YOU UP?" My step-dad calls. Its always Buck-o, but I guess its better than Dumpling. "I'M UP!" I called back. Groaning, before sitting up on my knees and stretching my arms over my head. Wearing nothing but my blue plaid boxers. Standing and stretching my head as I shuffled to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror, rubbing my left eye with a fist. "One more day Logan. Its Friday, just survive one more day." I encouraged myself before getting ready for school. I yawned as I tried to put tooth pasta on my tooth brush, I squeezed to hard and it splattered on my mirror. I blinked slowly before scarping some off with my tooth brush and began to brush my teeth.

Scuffling over to my dresser, I dug around until I found a green plaid shirt. So much plaid today. Pulling one arm in, then the other before buttoning up. I slipped into a pair of dark blue dean jeans. I grabbed my beanie as I went back into the bathroom, combing my hair a bit before placing my beanie on my head. Combing over my hair in the front then slipped on my shoes as I threw my back pack over one shoulder, heading out of my room. Skipping down the stairs to the smell of breakfast; bacon, eggs, and sausage. Sitting on the arm of the couch and munching away my breakfast as I watch the news in silence with my step-dad. Licking my fingers when I had finished, and put my empty plate in the sink, washing my hands and then drying them on my jeans. Grabbing my phone off the charger, that was plugged into one of the kitchen Out lights on the counter, and texted Harris. You better be up Bed head, I'm not waiting outside 10 minutes because you decided to sleep late again. I always walk across the street to Harris's place, and pick him up and walk to the bus stop with him. Sometimes we walk to school, it isn't really that far if we go the back way. So I texted him again: We walking this morning or what?

I was kind of.. well too busy to answer. I was being flirted with. The girl's name is Nicole, she has a major crush on me. And it just so happens, she's one of the most prettiest girls in school. Nicole always wears these low cut shirts, just for me, even though their forbid at the school. I told her about it once, and she squealed. Clearing believing I have noticed her breast. Its hard not to. When she's putting them all in my face. Running her hands up my arms, and giving my shoulders a gentle squeeze. "Your so muscular." she complimented in a soft tone. Wearing her short hair in 2 pony tails, dangling at her shoulders, and a red Elmo shirt. Low cut, like always. So I didn't give myself away as the gay guy who rejected Nicole, I stared down into her chest. But I was afraid I would puke up my breakfast into them. Glancing away, just to keep my meal down, I tried to act as though I wasn't so uncomfortable. But If Harris paid close enough attention, he could read I was, just by how I was shifting my weight leg to leg. "Your such an Adorable little thing." Nicole giggled, cupping my face, messing with my hair and beanie.

I began to slink away from Nicole as a friend of hers comes to the bus stop. I let out a relieved breath as she talked with some other chick, heading over to Harris. "I feel dirty." I shivered, dusting my shirt off. Looking at Harris "How was your morning?" I asked him. Trying to take my mind off of that.. female. There was nothing between me and Nicole, but I wouldn't be surprised if I walked into school and a wedding was set up for me and her. She's clingy. And if you shoot a girl down that's about the 15th mark on Rick's hottie list, your tilted 'gay'. Well guess what, I am gay. But No one knows that. Only my mom and Step dad. My mom burst out into tears when I told her, saying it was because I never met my real father. I gave her an awkward hug and tried to convince her it wasn't her fault. My uncle just gave me a hard slap on the back, and a "thanks for letting us know Buck-o."

"With Nicole!? Excuse me for one more" I bent forward and pretended to puke, straightened up and wiped my mouth. "Wait.. nope not down Blah.." Then chuckled. "Not happening." Stuffing my hands in my pockets just as the bus pulled up to the curb. I got on the bus and sat in our usual bus seat, number 14, looking out the window. "I wouldn't date her. I don't know why, but she just doesn't appeal to me. You know? Besides, I've got my eye on someone else." Shouldn't have said that! Now he's gonna ask and what am I suppose to say?! I can't say him, Well.. I could but. Nope. So I changed the subject, "My parents wouldn't be home when I get home, they'll be gone all weekend."

"So they can have old people sex in a hotel room" I chuckled, then cringed when he asked. Well I walked right into that. I should at least tell him.. He's my best friend..but he's also.. my crush.. stupid Logan, real stupid. I took a deep breath and looked at him. "I-I.." I stuttered, my cheeks a dark shade of maroon. "C-come over.. later.. I-I'll tell.. tell you then.." I reassured. Squirming in my seat a bit. But I then perked up a bit, "But you know How I roll with secrets. A secret for a secret. Mines rather big, so you have to tell me a big one too. Deal?" I bargained.

"Same old, same old. Frank's still sitting in front of the TV all day with the same can of Coke in his hand he started that morning, when he isn't driving trucks. Even though I'm 15 he's still calling me Buck-o. Mom's alright. She got a promotion and is now a manger at her job. Just means she wouldn't be home as much." I shrugged, looking at Harrison "How about you?" My step-dad, Frank, is a truck driver for Walmart. My mom's a social worker. Every December, a week before Christmas, I have to sit in her office for a stupid little party. With no one my age, so I'm in charge a bunch of 7 year olds. Her new building is huge! So last year, was my first year at the new office, and I got lost on my way to the bathroom. My mom made me sit by her desk wearing a stupid Santa hat and every time I tried to leave she told me to sit down. Not how I like to start off my Christmas break.

Nodding as the bus came to a stop. Our conversations are usually this awkward. I wonder if it was my fault, or if I just never realized it was always this awkward. I was stressed, and anxious at the moment. Standing like everyone else, waiting from him to exit the bus before I slipped into the aisle and followed. Shifting my bag on my shoulder, before going down the stairs of the bus. Looking at the large High school. "Make it through the day Logan. Just one more school day.." I muttered to myself as I made my way into the chaotic grounds they call school.

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