A DIARY OF A BISEXUAL TEENAGE BOY

CHAPTER VIII: BLUNDERS

 

            The moment I clicked send, I realized that was the least thing you want to send after all the events of that day. That day was already at the peak at its perfection and that one text ruined it for me. Every wicked taught and I already told myself what could possibly the worst case scenario. Why would I even say I love you to the one and only true friend that can understand me? I think he might think of it as another message if I only had added like "HAHAHAHA", or kinda like "love you too bro", but no; it was simply "I Love You". Everything was like all in my head and I can't tell practically anyone because I'm afraid of their reaction or on how they're going to treat me afterwards. I barely had the chance to sleep that night and still manage to wake up at around at seven in the morning. I checked my phone and opened all eight messages. None of them were from Christian. Now I'm worrying about what he's thinking about me. I send him an email and a text and half an hour had passed and still no reply from him. I called him and the number was currently not available so I send a voice mail. I told him if I can come over and talk. I called through their landline and his mom answered.

His Mom: Hello

Me: Hello Mrs *** Good Morning!

Good Morning too *** how can I help you?

Ohh about that, is Christian there? We still need to.... Uhmmm finish our Uhmmm Book Report.

Yeah he's here but still in bed. Why don't you come over early and wake him up for me and have your breakfast here.

That's a great idea Mrs ***. I'll be there in a bit

Ok be safe; Bye!

            I hung up on her and what a sigh of relief. That all my hallucinations and bad imagination were all detached from my mind. I took a shower and post a sticky note on my mom's room telling her I'll go Christian's.

A/N

My parents were separated since 6th grade so I don't make a big deal out of it anymore. We can stay with mom or dad whatever day of the week it is or no matter how long will we stay there. The only problem is when I got to go somewhere and I don't have enough allowance to ride a cab. If that occurs, I usually walk a few blocks to dad to ask for some money and a ride.

            I took a cab and went to Christian's place and arrived there in a couple of minutes for traffic was basically reduced to zero for it is a Saturday morning. I greeted her mom as soon as I met her in the kitchen frying some eggs. She actually prepared a lot of things like toast, bacon, fruits, and some cocoa already prepared at the table. She told me to wake Christian already and so I did. I entered his room silently and saw a couple of crumpled tissue papers around his bed side and a bottle of Vaseline. Now I know why he's still down till this time. I removed his sheets and he was just on his underwear and I was stunned for a second for I was mesmerized by his body. His morning boner was also raging as fuck. And I was about to touch it when he moved a little. I started shaking him till he's fully awake and he realized I was there. I told him "had a fun time last night?" He kinda blushed and turns his head down and took his phone. He's busy using his phone while I tidy things up his room and secretly took some of the crumpled tissue and placed it inside my pocket. He then told me sorry he didn't wake to answer my calls. Then I almost fucking forgot he didn't see the "I Love You" message yet. Then he kinda shouted "What The Fuck Bro! I Love You!?!!" He says that while he's smirking. "Well I was just, Uhmmm I was just." You aren't gay right? You're just fooling around am I right? "No!" I shouted. Well but... But what! He says.