"Its Just Hormones...." {Boy×boy}

In the bathroom

[WHAT WAS I ON??? 245 WORDS?? NOW I GOTTA SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY 7TH GRADE ACTIONS!! HOW DO ANY OF Y'ALL LIKE THIS?? TRULY? (I'm glad you guys are enjoying it though!!]

[Noah's POV] I start to fucking cry, I still don't know why, not that I care much, because no one is in here. "I'm not like him I'm not like him.. I'm not fucking like him!!... and I'm definitely not gay... omg I'm such an asshole I yelled at Mike for no reason no fucking reason... I deserve whatever punishment my fathers gonna give me when I get home for making a problem during class" this is definitely a sign of some mental illness, wanting to see people suffer and ranting to the air, I am DEFINITELY going places in life.

Then, as if my life can't get any fucking better, I hear someone come into the bathroom and I immediately shut up "I know you probably don't wanna see me but-" I came out of the stall and go over to him and I immediately hug him "I'm sorry for yelling at you it was stupid of me" he hugs me back "it's alright no need to apologize" I shake my head, wiping my pathetic tears "no its not I was just overwhelmed and shit... You didn't deserve to get yelled at, you didn't do anything to me" he shock his head "like I said, no need to apologize you were overwhelmed and that's understandable your not the only one who yells when they're overwhelmed or stressed out" I was quiet and didn't say anything for a minute, then he says "wanna skip the rest of class" and I giggle, feeling a bit better now, "I would but my dad would beat my ass if he found out" he smirks "then we'll just have to make sure he doesn't find out" he says "the teachers will call my parents if I don't show back up to class" I said and to that he sighs "yeah I suppose that's true" I pull away from him and fix my shirt "okay let's go back to class" he nods "okay"

I grab his hand and intertwine my fingers with his and start making my way back to class. I glance over at him and he's blushing, he's so pretty... Only now do I realize that what I'm doing is most definitely not helping my case, but I can't let go of his hand now, oh well, straight guys hold their friends hands too.

[Keep living in delusion Noah, it's fine]

We make our way back to the dreaded classroom and I open the door for him, he smiles and walks in, I follow him in. Everyone turns to look at us as we make our ways back to our seats and sit down, no one says anything surprisingly, I'm very thankful for that because I don't know how I would react if someone said something. I look over at mike who's focusing on his work and not on everyone else, I wanna kiss him, everything he does is so hot.... I need professional help.

[No you don't, you just need some common sense]