CHAPTER 1 – LUKE
That was the final lecture of the day, college was over. As I started walking down the road to my usual bus stop, and then I heard my phone go off, it was a friend request on Facebook from a person called “Craig Smith”. As always, I clicked on the profile and viewed the photos to decide on whether I was going to accept him or not. As the first profile picture loaded, a tingling sensation started at the top of my back, and slowly moving down to my spine, and stayed there as I flicked through the photos on my iPhone 5. This was a feeling I had never experienced for, it was so weird. What was it indicating?
“Oi! Gay Boy!” I heard as I quickly left my day dreams back to reality, and then a light punch on my back. This was so obviously Nikki, I’ve known her since Nursery, so that’s 15 years I’ve known the slut that I call my best friend. “Oi! Bitch!” I replied when I turned round facing her smiling. Nikki was the only person I could talk to about anything, I was 17 years of age, Gay, and still in the closet to my parents. My Dad would probably chop my balls off if he ever found out. Old fashioned cunt. He’s just not down with the new society, and to be honest... neither am I.
“Nikki, this lad added me on Facebook just, and he’s really hot. I just got this weird feeling down my back and it’s made me feel proper different” I blurted out, as if I was scribbling down today’s diary entry.
“ooh! Let’s have a look then Luke, what’s his name? How old is he? Where does he live?” Replied Nikki being the usual Norris from Coronation Street character she is.
“I don’t know anything yet, will you leave me alone. I have to decide whether I actually want to accept the friend request first” I added as I put my phone away in my pocket and came back out with my bus pass as the bus had finally decided to turn up, late, again.
All the way home, Nikki was talking my head off about this boy she met at a under 18’s night at some nightclub where boys dry hump girls all night, and how she’s going to lose her virginity to him. This is what really annoyed me because being gay was completely different... For starters it wasn’t as mainstream as the obvious straight couple, so it was far harder to find a boyfriend; secondly having sex was also a big step, Having a huge stick up your arse must be far worse than child birth according to some of the forums I’ve been reading online. As she went on and on, I finally decided to put my earphones in and listen to Mariah Carey for the rest of the bus journey home. ‘I’ll decide when I get home’ I thought to myself, because the whole back feeling was making me over think about it. It was just a friend request, I don’t see why I was making such a big fuss.
CHAPTER 2 – CRAIG
So here I was, just scrolling through the recent updates on my BlackBerry Messenger... I was waiting in school’s reception because I had a dentist appointment, the fat ginger receptionist had her eyes on me like a hawk, so for obvious reasons I hid my phone in my bag on my lap in case the bitch took my phone off me. “Come on Craig” I heard murmur from the empty, cold office. It was the receptionist, Mum was here and it was time for me to get out of this shithole. Thank god for that.
Mum was one of those professional yet weird mothers; she was an office worker by day, then a mixture of a hippy and a slut by night. Depending on where she was going. I suppose its good having a well off single parent, you’ve always got money and they don’t bother asking where you’re going as long as you keep in touch with them every so often. Which in my situation was perfect?
We walked down to the car, and I was scrolling through my ‘suggested adds’ on Facebook, and I came across this attractive boy. His profile picture was him lying down on the beach. First thought was nice hair; second thought was V-LINES! This boy was ticking all of my boxes but obviously I didn’t know whether he was gay. I started to feel an erection erupt in my boxer shorts, so I quickly sent the friend request, left my Facebook app, locked my phone, and got in the car ready to head to the dreaded dentist.
