A Very Gay Highschool Story

Feelings Gained

Thor

When Bruce arrived, my heart fluttered, and when he left, my heart sank. I wasn't really familiar with these types of feelings, so I went to talk to Hela about it. I talked to her about it not because she was a girl, but because she seemed to have her feelings in check, when I did not. So I go to her to help me define my feelings.

"Hela, can we talk?" I ask her, hoping she would say yes.

"Of course Thor, what about?" She asked, waiving me over to sit on her bed with her.

"Feelings." I admit quietly.

"Let me guess, when you see Bruce, your heart flutters, and you get happy, but when he leaves, your heart sinks and you aren't as happy." She guessed, hitting every note correctly.

"Uh, yeah. Exactly." I confirm. "I don't know what that means, could you tell me?"

"Oh, I forgot that you were emotionally constipated." She said under her breath. "It means you have a crush on him. It's about time that you realized you weren't straight."

"Wow, thanks." I say sarcastically. "And what did you mean about me being emotionally constipated?"

"It means that you have trouble properly expressing your feelings and/or don't understand your feelings." She explains.

"How do I get un-constipated?" I ask, completely serious, and she laughs.

"Eat a bran muffin." She jokes. 

"I'm serious." I say.

"So am I." She laughs. 

I pick up a pillow and hit her with it, and she follows suit. We keep hitting each other until I accidentally knock a deck of tarot cards off of Hela's side table.

"Now look what you've done you himbo." She laughed.

"Himbo?" I question.

"A man who is pretty but clumsy and not that bright." She explains.

"So basically a male bimbo, got it." I say, going to pick up the cards.

"That very himbo like of you." She remarks.

"Maybe I'm not as much of a himbo as you think." I retort, sticking out my tongue, her sticking hers back at me.

After I pick up her cards, we go to dinner. I notice that Loki wasn't there and there wasn't a plate set out for him.

"Where is Loki?" I ask mom.

"He is having a sleep over at a friends house tonight." She answers with a happy smile. 

I was glad that Loki was seeming to fit in. He was a good kid from what I got from my interactions with him. Even though we have been living in the same house for a little over a month, we have had limited interactions with each other. He is a good kid with a haunted past, and I feel bad for him. Such a nice kid with a lot of pain. I wish I knew how feelings worked to help him through whatever it is if he were willing to talk about it.