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The drive home is filled with rock songs from the 80's and 90's and lots and lots of singing. Every song that came on was filled with shouting out the lyrics. I was hyped in the car, sitting next to dad.
Standin' on your mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
We sang back to every voice in the radio. I always loved how everyone got their own voice. And I loved how some people recognized that if they just let them selves shine, they could go big. They could serenade people worldwide if they'd just opened up, and become fearless. I love how singers could just come out of their shell, and sing, on and on, helping people globally to fine their own voices. And just because you can bring a horse to water, but you can't make it drink, doesn't mean you can't keep on inspiring the horse to.
Pour Some Sugar on Me- Def Leppard
We're Not Gonna Take It- Twisted Sister
Sweet Child O' Mine- Guns N' Roses
Crazy Train- Ozzy Osbourne
Centerfold- The J. Geils Band
You Give Love a Bad Name- Bon Jovi (bruh i wrote jon bondovi thanks micarah tewers)
Jessie's Girl- Rick Springfield
80's rock songs left and right, I was having the time of my life. We both had wide smiles on our faces until we reached home. The car ride was 40+ minutes, just us together happily.
I quickly went to bed, getting ready for the next day.
Going to bed is normally easy, but today was rather hard, too many thoughts swarming me, I could think of sleeping. Thinking of our dinner, thinking of music, thing of life, and for some reason god forbid I ever figure out why- Tubbo. I really don't know why, he's not cool, or cute, and he doesn't stand out to me at all, so why can't I get him out of my mind? Why can't I get to bed? Why am I wondering what he would look like in my clothes? I'm sure I turned red, but the lights were out, so I wouldn't know. [I definitely was, just too stubborn to admit.]
Why am I picturing his lips? Why is his laughter, his god awful laughter getting to my head? Why is it making me want to ask him out?! I can' t handle this confusion, I need to sleep now.
Yet I can't.
I'm trying to keep my mind off of him, so I think of dinner with dad, but still, I connect those events with him somehow. I don't even like him! Why is this how I think!
Okay fine, maybe he's nice and cool, and c-cute, and outstandingly beautiful, but, no, No, No, No, No, this can't be right, you're not gay! You don't like men! You're straight!
It went back and fourth like that forever until the late hours of the night swept me away to Slumberland.
Time skip<>𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔<>
The week was normal, aside from panic attacks wondering if I really was gay or not, it was normal. Making fun of Tubbo, Him clapping back, the usual. The only difference was me finding him ever so slightly less annoying, and a tiny bit cute. ONLY A SMALL BIT. TEENSY WEENSY. LITTLE. L I T T L E. S M A L L. M I N I A T U R E.
𝕞. 𝕚. 𝕟. 𝕚. 𝕤. 𝕔. 𝕦. 𝕝. 𝕖.
Seeing him in class might've dropped my grade a bit due to me looking at him and not looking at the board, but that's okay, I don't need to learn about physics anyways. When will I ever use it?! I'll probably be stuck listening to Christmas music behind a counter, I don't need to learn about surface tension or... whatever Mr. Burns just said.
Rehearsals were the same, squished up against him leading to awkward stares and blushing faces, I know what mine might've been from, although him I'm not too sure. I'm not even sure that he's actually blushing at all! All I know is that the hue of his cheeks look a little pinker than normal. Not that I'd know what his normal skin tone is- I just think that maybe- uhh, maybe the stage lights are red tinted- Yeah! Yeah that!
Okay this is too much, I'm gonna ask Niki.
"NIKIIIIIIIIIII I HAVE A PROBLEMMMMM" I exclaimed like a child. We were sitting on the rug of my room, her across from me.
"What?" She asked annoyed already.
"I might be gayyyyyyyy,,," I confessed.
"Okay and?" She asked.
"But that's the thinggggg I don't knowwww!!!!" I cried putting my head in my hands.
"Babes, calm down, who is it?" She asked.
"Augghghhghghghgh, but I don't wanna say itttt!" I exclaim once again, dramatically fainting.
"Okay, fine so, there's a boy you might like and you don't know if you are sexually attracted or not?"
"Mhm," I opened one eye, still fainted on her leg.
"Oh my god, you are such a baby," She playfully rolled her eyes. "So what do you want me to say?" She asks confused.
"I don't know if I am or not though that's the problem!"
"Uhhhhhhh, do you find that boy hot?"
"Yes."
"Would you ever like to date a boy?"
"Yes?"
"How about girls, do you still find girls hot?"
"...Kinda?"
"Bi?"
"no?"
"Pan?"
"uhmmm..."
"Well, I'll check in maybe later, see how you feel then, I'll ask the same questions then!" She smiles.
We continue talking, and I love how she never looked disgusted, she never looked like she lost respect for me, she just looked like she still loved me like I loved her, a sibling bond We could never break.
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Fanficbeeduo highschool au again! Tubbo is insecure. The only thing he thinks is good about himself is his talent for singing. Ranboo has been singing ever since he was little. They both audition for the same role in the school play. A small rivalry forms...
