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keeping my sanity (sfw)

(tw for insecurity & anxiety)
(reassurance :))

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Being a football player around homecoming is like being treated like royalty,

Which is why I hate it.

Well, I mean, technically it's not me. It's my boyfriend. He gets treated like royalty. Not only does he get special treatment by the teachers, but also the cheerleaders and all the other girls at this god damn school.

And what's worse; it's not like these girls think he's straight. He's openly dating me. Everybody knows this.

Everyone knows that Joey Christian is bisexual and that he's dating William Bradley, and I am William Bradley.

I try to cut Joey some slack around this time because I know he's stressed with everything, but fuck, I mean, he hasn't even asked me to homecoming yet and it's next week. It's obvious we're going together because we're dating, but I still want him to ask me.

That's not weird right?

I understand it's a lot for him right now.. but like, I have stuff too.

I probably sound like a bad person explaining this.

Let me just tell you the story of how this all came to be;

Joey and I have been together for almost 2 years now. Jo's a junior and I'm a senior. I met him when he was a freshman and I was a sophomore, and because of this, I like to think I'm the reason Joey discovered he was bi in the first place. We met in Spanish I. I felt dumb because I was in a class with all freshman as a sophomore (I skipped a year of Spanish), and Joey sat at the same table as me. He was clueless to everything that was going on, so I had to help him every day.

We got really close 1st semester, and eventually during second semester, he told me he thought he was bisexual. At the time, he actually had a girlfriend. I had already had a crush on him, because I fall for guys I know I can't have very easily. Little did I know, this one I could actually have.

You see, I've always been gay. Since 7th grade, I guess. So forever. Since almost nobody else is queer at this school, or at least is as open about it as I am, Joey's been my only boyfriend. But I've learned a lot from him over the past two years.

Once we started dating, everyone around us was confused. Since we were publicly together, it caused an outburst. Sure, everybody knew I was gay, that was common knowledge, but Joey? Joey was starting for the varsity football team as a sophomore and everybody knew that just months earlier he was dating Madison Parker, a cheerleader, so it was hard to believe he was now dating me.

Thankfully, we go to a big enough school to where news fades quickly, so the talk of our relationship was gone within a week or so.

Now, before you start assuming things, I'm not a total nerd. I play baseball. I'm tall, so it's kind of awkward sometimes, but I make the best of it. If I had to guess I'd say I'm like 6'2. Even though I do some sports and I'm pretty popular in that realm, I really just try to keep to myself. It's better off that way.

Joey's pretty similar in height to me, maybe just a little bit shorter, probably like 6'0. I don't really understand football. Is that bad? All I know is that he's a running back... I think. He's strong, but he's really fast. I try to go to all of his games when I can, but sometimes it's hard.

Anyways back to myself. I bleached my hair awhile ago and buzzed most of it off. It was a dare, but Joey said it's badass. It's growing in now so it's not a real buzz, but it was once one. I'm not very muscular. I'm actually relatively skinny. I have some muscle, but definitely not as much as Joey. My eyes are blue.

Joey has blue eyes, too, but his hair is black. Black and straight. Sometimes it's kinda curly, but 99% of the time it's straight and pushed back.

He's handsome. Very handsome.

I adore him.

I'm just concerned about if he adores me like he used to.

I keep trying to stay hopeful, and just thinking he's being nice to the girls around him because they're being nice, but it seems more than that. But then again, he's dating me, not them. But I'm not nearly as attractive as any of them. And he likes girls, too.

I'm so insecure; I'm losing my mind.

I can't do this anymore. I have to talk to him.

I approach him in the hallway; he's mid conversation with one of the cheerleaders. The sight makes me want to cry, but I suck it up and just look at him. He turns and looks at me. He smiles.

"Hey, Will." He says, putting a hand on my cheek and giving me a peck.

"Hi. Can we talk?" I say, smiling back at him. Seeing that he seems happy to see me makes me feel better.

He turns back to the girl, initiating for her to leave. She understands and leaves us alone in the middle of the hallway.

"Whatcha need?" He says, his hand on my shoulder. I look at him for a second and admire his face. I eventually snap out of it, though. "Um.. I just.." I try to think of the right words to describe my feelings.

He gives me a sympathetic look. The same thing happened last year, with the girls, and him, and everything. It happens every year. Which is why it bothers me.

"You're just being friendly with the cheer girls, right?" I say, looking into his eyes. I feel on edge. My anxiety has skyrocketed in the past week, and I'd hardly had time to talk to Joey, so seeing him in person eased me a bit, but I still felt tense.

Joey gave me a small smile. He then kissed me, which took me by surprise. Considering we were in the middle of the hallway (even though nobody was there), I pulled back. He laughed. "I only have eyes for you, babe. Don't worry. You're the best cheerleader I could ask for." He said.

I blushed. "Okay. That makes me feel better. But I'm gonna be late to class. So I'll see you later." I said, sighing and smiling at him, before walking away.

As I sat in class for the rest of the day, I thought about Joey; more specifically how lucky I was to have him. He's the perfect boyfriend to me, and always does his best to make me feel at ease.

I guess for now I'll just try to stay out of my head and make it through the day.