-Cover art isn't mine!Credits to the artist-
I'll write in this book when I have the motivation! I write these chapters in my math composition book when I'm bored so don't get your hopes to high. This book MAY contain subjects such as
-Fluff
-Angst(...
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Anywhore I'm very very sleep deprived and my mind won't let me sleep until I post this🤭
Uhm lets say Stan and Kyle are both 17 and I have no idea how old my bbg(Randy😍) is🤷🏻♀️ ————————————————————
-Stan's POV-
Both me and my dad sat on the couch watching whatever was playing on the tv. My dad had basically dragged me down the stairs just to do this. He called it "father-son bonding."
Holy fuck I hate him(😡)
My dad has only changed a bit since I was a kid. Well for starters he has now started wearing wife beaters more often, his dark hair had now turned gray and he was developing quite a beer belly. (What a turn on😍😍)
"Why did you drag me here." The old man directs half his attention to me and the other half towards the TV. I stare at him. He finally looks away from the TV fully and looks back at me.
Then my father then lets out a sigh before finally breaking the tension. "Son, I gotta know, Do you swing that way?"
My eyes widened. I was not expecting that. "I- well" I stammer confused on how to logically answer that. "It's okay if you do. I am P.C after all."
I blink. "What the fuck are you taking about?!" I reply completely giving up on how to rationally respond to that. "Well it's just me and my buds (Mr. Brovfloski and Mr. McCormick) came home from the bar to watch the football (I'm American🦅🔥) game. And when I pulled into the driveway Kyle's car was there as well. I just wanted to see if you wanted to watch the game with your old man." He pauses.
Oh god was this really happening?!
"I knocked on the door but you were blasting your music so I thought it would be ok if I just came in."
Motherfucker. why does this shit always happen to me??
"I saw Kyle pinning you against the wall.." his breath hitched.
He starts sobbing?
"Dad what- what's wrong???" I panicked. What it I get kicked out? Oh god.
"It's just that I can't believe I raised a bottom!" He started crying even harder and covered his face with his hands.
I pat his back in an attempt to calm him down.
What the fuck?
"So you're ok? With me being bisexual?" He looked up at me with red puffy eyes. "Oh yeah that's fine with me. I was gay when I was your age too. But son when you want to have intercourse you gotta man up and take full force-" I just walk away leaving him ranting about the way Marsh's are supposed to fuck.
I lock my bedroom door and go on a FaceTime with Kyle and fall asleep.
