Two blonde boys, STRAIGHT YOUNG MEN, who happen to cross paths connecting with their dear friend, the bestest friend, CLAY. Neither of them pull 0 bitches, and just like magnet they pulled each other.
Prestons POV: It's still been three weeks and nothing had changed. Zach keeps ignoring me and dodging everytime i try to do anything with him. He's acting like he's revolted by me. Why? 3rd Person: The doorbell rings. MEERRRMRRRRMERRRRMEERRRRMERRRMEERRMERRRMORRRR. Preston gets up from his shark chair and slowly walks over to his front door. Cautiously, he looks through the doors peephole and sees Zach's face pressing against the door, as if he was listening to Prestons footsteps. Preston opens the door and is baffled by the bright, extravagant, orange flowers.
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Preston is left speechless by how Zach knew his favorite color. Maybe Preston told Zach what his favorite color was and Preston just forgot about it. Zach's POV: I lifted the bouquet of simple orange flowers to his face. He looked amazed and he made that weird scrunched up smile he always does. There is a note attached to the bouquet saying, "Preston, Im sorry for ignoring you this past month. Honestly, I have no excuse. Ive been dealing with internal homophobia and that was all my problem, not yours. Take this simple bouquet as a peace offering. -Zach Morris" Preston accepted my bouquet and while he was reading the note on the flowers his eyes lit up reading the last part. Preston thought for a moment before saying to me, "Zach I knew you would talk to me again. Im just so great." Preston accepted my apology and I hope maybe, if he wants to, we could be close again.
