Grey

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PICTURE IS INSPIRATION FOR GREYSON (I REALLY LIKE THIS GUYS FACE SO JUST IMAGINE DARKER HAIR AND LIGHTER EYES)

Dan's POV

I wake up on Monday morning still thinking about the kiss that I had with Greyson on Saturday. "What the hell is wrong with you?" My mother asks walking into my room. "What do you mean?" I ask her snapping out of my daydream of Greyson.

"You're staring up in space and drooling more than usual." She looks suspiciously at me.

I wipe my mouth reflexively. "No I'm not." I say glaring at the evil woman.

"Yeah you are, now get your ass downstairs I made you breakfast." She says ripping the covers off of me to reveal my raging boner.

"MOM!" I scream. My face is bright red and I roll off the bed onto the floor falling flat on my face.

"Well that explains why you were drooling so much." She chokes out through laughter.

I glare at her as she exits my room. "Hurry up and get downstairs. I didn't slave over a hot stove making your pancakes for my own fucking health."

"You are an evil woman!" I yell at her as she exits the room. Why are all of the women that I associate with crazy? It's no surprise that I'm gay.

I walk into the bathroom connected to my room and quickly take a cold shower trying my best not to think any more dirty throughts about Greyson. I quickly rush downstairs and head down to the kitchen.

My stomach growls as she places a large stack of blueberry pancakes dripping with syrup in front of me. My mom is the most amazing woman on earth I think to myself while taking a huge bite of the delicious looking pancakes.

"So did you come out at school yet?"

I mentally take back that last thought as I choke on the pancake in my mouth. "What?" I manage to say after a full minute of coughing.

"Did you tell those sons of bitches that you're gay yet?"

"Do you have to use so much profanity? God you're supposed to be my mother!"

"I'm sorry sweety. I just get really angry at the thought of those brats bullying my son. I swear if they touch a hair on your head I will burn that whole fucking school to the ground."

"YES! LET'S BURN IT DOWN!" Amanda says walking through my front door.

"How did you get in here?"

"Your mom gave me a key."

I sigh. Of course the world's two craziest women are friends. I get up from the table, grabbing Amanda's hand and dragging her out of the house. I hop into the passenger seat of Amanda's dark blue Nissan looking forward for school for once.

"What's got you so quiet? It better not be Greyson Grey."

I stare at her. "And if it is?"

"Then I'd tell you that pining over him isn't a good idea. You know nothing about the guy."

"Maybe I don't. But there's just something about him."

"Dan, you are adorable and any guy would be lucky to have you but I doubt he's even gay."

"Well that's not the message I got when he kissed me Saturday."

Amanda slams on the breaks nearly crashing into a bright yellow school bus. "What!? Why didn't you tell me this!?"

"Eyes on the road woman! You're going to kill us both!"

Amanda reluctantly turns back to face the road. "You're a terrible friend."