My "Supposedly Straight" Gay Boyfriend (BoyxBoy)

Eight

So... This chapter is extra special because it's extra long and it's two days early. It was supposed to be longer, but I didn't want to exert myself to much. Heheh.

Also, I had no idea what to put for a picture, so here's some lasagna. Enjoy! :D

* This chapter may contain grammatical errors and typos. *

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Even when my head hit my pillow, I couldn't find it in myself to actually fall asleep, thinking so much about everything that will and that could happen tomorrow and for the rest of the days I'm alone with Tom. As much as I find his abrasiveness attractive, I'm wasn't so sure that we're compatible with each other. If anything, Josh might be the referee in this whole thing, considering he is present during those confrontations.

Also finding that there is some weird attraction between us, Tom's been suppressing his and I don't know to what lengths he goes to just to be able to ignore it. For sure, when he moves in, there's going to be some uncomfortable tension between us.

It's pretty simple how everything works. I like him. He likes me, probably. But he just won't admit it.

Nobody in world could understand why he would want to hide it in the first place, nor why he needs a beard like Tiffany. It could be his parents that's the problem, or his whole family entirely, but I won't push him.

It's the fact that there could really be an 'us' if only those problems were out of the way what's bothering me. Also my lack of courage to go right up to him and tell him straight that I have feelings for him. Especially for me, it's pretty fucking hard to put up a façade. I'm not like Tom where I could bear to be with a woman just so others won't think I'm gay. That's why I lied about Alice back in senior year.

In fear of others finding out that I was gay, I decided to make up a girlfriend instead of getting a real one. Her name was Alice and she lived just west of where I was, in San Francisco. She was apparently older than me, but we're not together anymore. She died when I got together with Grant.

I checked my phone, which was sitting on the nightstand to the left of my bed, for the time and saw that it was already one in the morning. I've been tossing and turning in bed for about an hour and thirty minutes now, but I can't get Tom out of my head.

Tom is a very possessive guy, or maybe he was just protective. Back in high school, anyone who would touch or even bat an eye at Tiffany would earn either a glare or a growl. But then when he practically confessed that he had a crush on me, I concluded that he wasn't possessive or protective of Tiffany, he was protective of his secret, the fact that he was also attracted to guys.

I wouldn't say he's gay because he can bare to have sex with Tiffany as Josh had teased him earlier. If he was truly just gay, then he would be disgusted to even just kiss her. That's coming from personal opinion though, I can't actually speak for him.

Usual method people use to put themselves to sleep would be counting sheep, so I tried it. I got up to two hundred something sheep before I lost count. I started over again and made it to eight hundred something before I went into slumber...

There he was standing in the middle of the crowded hall as people passed by trying to get to their next class. Most of the classes for seniors were on the more populated side of the school, so we always got caught in a sea of people during passing period.

Tom was just outside of a classroom, playing with his phone as he ignored the shoves of the other people walking through, and I was a creep a few feet away from him, watching him from afar. God, I was such a creep.