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

chapter 2: backstory

ok, i guess i should come clean. there's some stuff i haven't really been....addressing? it's my backstory with rowley. and the guy in my bed. and what's going on. so let's start from the "beginning".

after high school graduation, rowley and i had been closer than ever. we had moved in together, and good jobs. life was perfect. i was my happiest there. He still drew comics, expecting to make a living off of them. i hadn't had a plan really, so i just worked at some office. we were happy. and everything was great. but one phone call can change everything.

(greg's pov on that day)
i waited outside for the mail man. i paced back and forth, as i waited and waited. minutes felt like hours. what was i waiting for? a letter. a letter telling me if i'm hired or not. my heart dropped at thinking about not being hired. it wasn't my dream job, but it was better paying than my current one, and it was cool as fuck. i'd be able to bring rowley with me to.
    
     finally, i saw the mail man driving to our complex and i got ready. i walked inside and waited for him to drop it off, and to grab it. almost as soon as the mail got delivered i yanked mine out of the woman's hands. the anxiety set in and i felt like i was gonna puke, but i sucked it up "like a man" and opened it up. as i read it my heart slowly dropped to my stomach. they "politely declined" me being one of their furtive coworkers. i walked up the stairs, to our place. although it wasn't my dream job, it would've been better than what i'm doing now. i would've been able to move to a place maybe five minutes away from the place, it had a better pay (as i said before) and it was an overall better job. i guess i was excited to finally leave plainsville. i walked up the stairs, still upset. i got to our room where i saw rowley sitting happily in the couch. suddenly all my sadness had been wiped clean away.

     "jesus greg, are you okay? you look like you have been crying for the last 10 hours." he said, worryingly. i laughed lightly, making the worried look on his face go away, which was replaced with a smile.

     "yes, my younger brother manny died! woe is life?" i said, in a sarcastic sad voice. rowley rolled his eyes, and i laughed again.

     "jeez, you seriously made me think someone was dead." he said, looking back at his phone. i sighed and sat next to him, placing the letter on the table.

     "well? did you get the job?" he asked, looking intrigued. i sighed and shook my head.

     "nah, they declined, but it's fine i guess. i was to good for them anyways." i joked lightly. he smiled a half smile, and put his shoulder around me.

     "sorry. i know you won't admit it but i know how badly you wanted this job." damn. he knows me like the back of this hand. hard butterflies enter my stomach, and he looks back at his phone.

      "i'll make some dinner, want Chinese takeout leftovers? we can play some smash bros after." i question, sitting up.

     "mhm yeah that sounds good! i'll be right back, i'm getting a call!" he said, his voicing quieting as he left the room. i began heating up some of the left overs from the night before

                  (4 hours later [it's now 8:00 pm])
    "come on, we have to sleep. we have stuff tomorrow.." i begged. i had lost to many rounds, and i was overall tired. he looked down a little.

     "i know we should go to bed. i just.. i just want to savor the moment." he groaned a little, and i rolled my eyes.

     "come on dude, you beat me all the time! you can savor the moment tomorrow night when we play again." i said.

     "hey. can you sit down? there's something i haven't told you.." he stammered. my heart did a little drop. i walked back over and sat down, shaking a little.

     "so. the phone call i got was a callback from an interview.. someone from comic syndicate had seen my comics in the newspaper and wants me to come work for them. it's down in boston. the problem is.. that they are only accepting one person. neither of us have enough money for a two bedroom place, and my parents aren't willing to pay for a place for you. i have to leave by friday." he spurt out. my heart crashed to my stomach. i felt tears in my eyes form. i pushed them away. i couldn't let him see how much he meant to me, so i sucked it up.

     "oh. well, then i know what we should do. if tomorrow's your last day, let's go to our middle school. we can sit on the roof like old times, yeah?" i questioned, trying to sound as happy as possible. he nodded and grabbed the car keys, and we drove to the school. getting on the roof was probably the hardest part, but even then it only took us about 15 minutes. finally, we were on the roof. and we talked. we talked about (almost) everything. we talked about happy things, sad things, funny things, scary things, it was a lot. i didn't know what time it was but eventually rowley suggested we go back. i didn't want to. i wanted more time with him, i wanted this moment to last forever. but i knew it couldnt.

     "rowley?" i asked. he let out a noise and i continued "i love you."

     "i love you too man." he said

     "no, i mean i love you. i dont know if i'm bi or what but i love you." i stated. he stayed quiet. he got up and went to the car, waiting for me. the car drive home was silent and awkward. my heart was ultimately broken.

the next morning he left without saying anything. he's denied all my calls and we haven't talked since.