A Very Gay Highschool Story

Crush Talk

I'd like to make this clear, Steve is skinny. I probably should have done this before people started to vote top or bottom for these two, every can (probably) go back and revote though if Steve being skinny changes anything.

Bucky

Everyone has that one person in there life, that one person that lightens up their day when you see them. The one person you would kill and die for. My person was Steve. I would do anything and everything to make him happy, so when he came up to me and asked if he could draw me for an art project, of course I said yes.

"So, what exactly do you want me to do?" I ask him.

"Just lean against the tree and think about someone you care deeply about, like a crush or something, and I'll take a picture of your eyes for reference when I am drawing." Steve explains.

I stare ahead, straight at Steve, and start to focus on the things I love about him. The face he makes when he draws, the way his eyebrows scrunch together and his tongue slightly sticks out in focus, how kind and determined he was, I thought about everything that I could about him, hoping that the emotion would show in my eyes and that he could catch it in a picture.

"You must really love who ever you were thinking about." Steve said, rather sadly I'd say. "Someone special I gather."

"You could say that." I say, and he looks hurt, but the look went away in a flash and I wasn't sure if it was even there.

I was tempted to tell Steve that I was thinking about him. To let him know that he was so special to me, that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, even if we were just friends. I would be lucky if I admit my feelings and he wanted to stay friends. He would know that I would be heartbroken and that would hurt him if I did admit my feelings and he denied me, so I didn't say anything. I said nothing about my feelings at all.

"Who is she?" He asked me, assuming that I was thinking about a girl.

"It wasn't a she." I say without thinking, immediately regretting it.

"A he then?" Steve asked with what sounded like hope.

"Or they." I pointed out, still wanting to be obscure about my crush, even though he was standing right in front of me.

"Yeah. So a him or a them, huh?" He joked, obviously trying to hide something with it, but I don't know what. Maybe he was trying to set me up with a girl who had a crush on me again.

"Yep, why?" I ask him. If he lies, I won't pressure him to tell the truth because if he is lying, I know he's lying for a reason.

"Just wanting to confirm that I didn't mishear what you said to me." He tells truthfully. "And just to let you know, whatever your sexuality is, I don't really care. You're still you, no matter your sexuality."

"Thanks," I dramatically pause, being very cheeky. "Ya punk."

"You're welcome jerk." Steve answered with a smile. "Well, I have got to start on my project. Also, you were kind of the subject of my last project and it's going to be featured at the schools art show. Okay, bye."

Steve then rushes off quickly after admitting I was the subject of his last project, seemingly embarrassed. He should know that I was completely fine with that, even if he didn't ask for my permission. He should also know that I am very proud of him for getting his art featured in the school's art show. It was in a few weeks, and very few people get to be featured at the art show at school. 

The art show wasn't really the schools, it was just being held at the school. There would be a lot of art from students around Knox county being featured at this school, and the winner(s) art would be hung somewhere important, like the art gallery near the school or city hall or something, I don't really remember what, but I know that Steve wants to win, or at least come close to winning it. If I was the subject, I didn't mind being his muse of sorts.