i'm not gay greg {greg x rowley fan fic}

chapter 1

     i stare awake at my ceiling, wide awake. it was nearly four in the morning, i should be tired. i should be asleep. but honestly, things never go the way they should. i guess it didn't bother me that i was awake this early, i usually was. what bothered me was the same thought that came to my head. the same person crossed my thoughts.

     i hated that person, and i had been trying to forget him. but it's hard to forget your best friend. it's hard to forget confessing to him. and it's hard to forget when he left. i turned to the side, clutching my eyes closed. i wish he'd leave my head. i hated him. and yet, he was the person who came to mind whenever i let my mind wonder. which explains why i did that rarely.

     i felt an arm grab my stomach and pull me close. i looked over to see him asleep. if i didn't know any better, i would've thought he was dead. but he had loud, heavy breaths (as i learned earlier [wink wink]), and that's something you can't not hear. i pushed his arm off me lightly, so i wouldn't wake him, and got out of bed, walking lightly to the door. i let out a sigh as i got out, and i closed the door. i wasn't leaving him completely, i was just, taking a break. i grabbed my cigarettes off the counter and pulled a lighter out of a drawer. as i walked down the stairs i pulled my hoodie on, it was late fall early winter (A/N: LMAO first love/late spring type beat), so it was chilly. i waved to the camera and pulled out my lighter as i was now outside, lighting my cigarette.

     i leaned on the brick wall, thinking in the silence of the city. the sky was beautiful at night. it always was. nothing could beat this. as i looked up i saw a light turn on. considering i've lived here for nearly two years, i knew it was my room. he must've noticed i was gone. i let out another sigh and put out the cigarette. as i walked back into the complex he crossed my thoughts against, letting in butterflies as i thought about the guy in my room being the one i love. the one that crosses my mind whenever i think of love.

rowley.