A Very Gay Highschool Story

Panic

Clint

I was anxious. Very anxious. After a few days of consideration, I decided to take my chances and ask him on a date. I don't know what I'd do if he says no, maybe I shouldn't do it.

I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it.

I can't I can't I can't I can't.

I need to tell him how I feel. He needs to know.

Fuck, I can't. I need to. I can't. I have to. Shit this is to hard.

I'm doing it I'm doing it I'm doing it I'm doing it. I can't I can't I can't I can't. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Natasha sees my panic and puts her arm around me in a comforting way. She didn't ask any questions until I calmed down a little.

"What's got you all nervous?" She signed.

"I'm thinking about asking Pietro out." I sign back.

"Do it." She signed.

"I don't know." I sign to her, somehow conveying my indecision.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, do it."

I sigh. I don't know. I want to listen to because I want to believe her, but I don't believe her. I have never seen the way she claims to have seen him looking at me. But I had to take my chances. I'm gonna take my chances.

I see him as I walk into our first class and my stomach begins to churn. I didn't ask him anything. I didn't say anything until the end of the day, knowing that if I don't do it now, I'll never do it.

"Can I ask you something?" I whisper into his ear, he nods. "Here goes nothing. Would you like to go on a date with me?"

He steps back a couple steps, a look of shock and disbelief written all over his face. I felt like throwing up. He's going to say no. Fuck he's going to say no. I'm going to lose my friendship with him. Fuck.

"You serious?" I see his lips ask.

I nodded very, very nervously. He swiftly walks to me and hugs me. He pulls away and mouths(?) a yes. Relief washes over my body at his answer.

"When do you want to go?" I sign. "Tonight?"

"But it's a school night." He points out, signing.

"So?" I sign.

"I'll have to ask my parents." He signs back, a bashful look on his face.

I give him a thumbs up, and we leave together in silence. I needed a plan. I don't know where I am taking him. I wanted him to say yes, but I honestly expected him to say no. I have no plan.

Instead of homework, I planned our date together. This was flexible type of date. Whether it be today or another, I would still have a lovely date with him.