Two weeks later. (March 11th) (Offensive words) (language)
"So you wanna have a sleepover?" I asked, titling my head
Me and Ezra were outside some ice cream joint, licking on an ice cream of course Ezra brought for us.
"Yeah.. we don't have to invite Jason. It seems you two are on bad terms anyway."
"Yeah..so fuck it! ! It is spring break... and I got nothing to do."
"This is gonna be hella fun." Ezra smirked and rubbed his hands together
"You aren't the main character, buddy." I said, rolling my eyes as we walked down the street to his place.
Unlike jason, Ezra has no sibling just like me yet, his mother has been pregnant for 4 months now. Ezra lives in a two story it looks really good he has like three cars. One is a sports car, one is a suv, and the other one is a car that only his mom uses to go to work. He has another car, but his dad is out of state visiting his uncle.
Ezra took out his keys and opened the door. His cats ran up to him, clawing at his ankles. I went inside and flopped on his couch, taking out a deep breath
"You know what..you're always talking about how you hate gay people....but...are you gay?"
He pulled out his computer from his bag and typed in something, then showed me this trivia sight?
"What's this supposed to mean."
"To check and see what percent you are."
"Of being gay? To see how gay I am?" I tilted my head then chuckled. "Bro- you truly think I'd get even one percent...oh trust and believe I'll get zero."
"Do you like goats, fish, lions, or cats? What the fuck does this have to do with anything?"
"Just answer." Ezra groaned, rolling his eyss and looking at the computer screen.
I answered the question, choosing Lions, and then fifteen more questions later. It was loading in all the answers I chose.
"Watch." The screen loads a little rainbow going around in a perfect circle.
I noticed Ezra was recording but brushed it off.
93...94....95...96....97...98...99!
"You are....73...percent...gay?" I mumbled
Ezra busted out laughing, pointing at the screen he held onto his stomach and looked at me, then noticed tears were falling from my eyes
"Bro.. are you for real?"
I sniffed my nose and silently wailed, covering my eyes with my hands leaning back on the seat. My legs weaken, and my eyes dimmed.. drip, drip, drip down my chin to my leg..the weight of the information was too much for me to handle. My palms became sweaty.... and my vision became blurry.. all the mess on my face made it look like I was crying a river....
"Bro....bro!?" Ezra smacked the back of my head, and I looked over to him, my eyes bloodshot with dismay and despair.
"You got to be kidding me....IM NOT ONE OF THOSE LITTLE MISTAKES THAT SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN, THOSE LITTLE FAGS ARE A DISGUSTING DISEASE AND I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM!!!"
"SHUT UP! IT SAYS YOUR GAY DEAL WITH IT, AND THAT WAS FUCKING RUDE!"
"YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE SHOWN ME! NO THESE ARENT MY TRUE COLORS! I CAN SEE IT ALREADY, THE RAINBOW GANG IS COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY-"
Ezra shook me back and forth, trying to calm me down..I soon calmed down and he shut the computer. we stayed there on the couch for a while, staring at the window, watching people walking around, or cars
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September 3rd
Teen FictionA boy named Elliot Mitchel, with the perfect life he has a dog, a mom, and dad. His parents aren't always home, so it's mostly just him and his dad his mom and Dad started working more when he was the age of 12. One day, he was invited to his friend...
