Bi-Curious (BoyxBoy)

♥︎ Chapter 50 • Myself in You ♥︎

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Tear-stained cheeks and smudged out words
Please, don't give him power,
Don't wonder how much he's thought of you in the last hour
Things will weigh you down
It'll get so fucking heavy
Others don't dictate who you are
Remember that when you're alone at the bar
Touches are just touches
Words, just words
Don't let them define you
Don't let him control you
Trust me because I see myself in you
I know you can see it too
You're perfect just the way you are
If he wants to have any say in your life
Make him prove that he's worth it
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Bi-Curious
Chapter 50
"Myself in You"

Charlie

I tap my fingers on my notebook as I try to focus on this class, but it's actually pretty difficult. Even though this is one of the classes I transferred into, I have the highest GPA. No one would guess I was in a different class and section prior to the major change.

The lecture bores me, so I look at my binder and smile at the cover. Inside, I have a collage of pictures Ethan created for me. There is a family picture of us and Momo and a few drawings of us two in whatever fashion the brunet imagined us in. The thought of skipping is strong, but I need to be a good influence on Ethan and keep him responsible for his grades. I can't jeopardize all the good progress he's made. He's going to be an archeologist and to do that, he needs to pay attention.

Maybe I should practice what I preach, but I can't. Lectures are boring. So I examine the lecture hall until my eyes land on a familiar curly-headed blond with innocent brown eyes. Toby Love, I believe. He looks conflicted and dejected, trying to focus, but there is turmoil brewing behind his coffee eyes. A few tears fall down his cheeks without him paying them much attention, only noticing once he realizes they landed on his notebook.

Once he packs up, I go to him. "Toby, are you okay?"

He looks up at me with his doe eyes, looking shocked that I would ever talk to him. The blond is adorable. I hate to see him upset.

Maybe I can make a friend on my own, without Ethan.

"Um... no, I'm not okay," He whispers.

The blond has always been quiet, stuttering whenever called on. He seems to like to lay low and try and get his work done, but he's always looked a bit lost, so I've taken notes in this class before just to let him borrow. He doesn't know this of course. The poor guy would probably feel ashamed and bad to think he could be putting any extra work on me, but I don't mind it.

I frown and wait for him to finish packing up before following him outside and sitting on a bench. "What's wrong, Toby? You've always been so happy and have cheered me up a few times when I was feeling low, so I think it's time to return the favor."

"I've made you happy?"

"Definitely." I smile and squeeze his hand.

"My friend... I came out to them and they... didn't react well. It's just unfair. I wasn't asking him to fuck me or date me. I was just trying to be friends."

I play with his hair in an attempt to calm him. "Sometimes it's harder than others. We can deal with it sometimes, but others... the hate is overwhelming and it can come from where we really don't want it. People we want to accept us sometimes don't and then we feel disappointed in ourselves for even letting them in in the first place. However, it's not like that, Toby. You're a good person. I'd totally be your friend."

"My friend? You would want to?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

He tackles me in a hug, my shirt wettening. "You're so nice and good with words."