All of Ashtyn's high school career, he was bullied for being gay but then one day is different from all the other days. He's finally noticed, but by who?
I've told Ashlyn everything that has happened and showed her the photos while she was on her lunch break. I'm packing my work clothes for tomorrow, grateful we don't open until 12 on Sundays.
I'm super nervous to meet his mother and possibly the rest of his family. I'm his straight friend. It can't be that hard, right? I'm basically straight.
I don't sound gay.
I don't look gay.
And I don't really think I act gay. No one has told me that at least because I know good and well Ashlyn would say "I guess that's a gay thing" if I were to do something.
I took the towel off my waist, I just got out the shower, then put Ezra's clothes on. Wait, is that too gay?
I decided not to wear his clothes, but I packed them in my back...some of them. I decided to just wear regular jeans and a long sleeve shirt, not a gay look.
Ezra wears outfits like this a lot, but I've never even worn these pants before.
This is as straight as I can get.
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I like this, it's actually really comfy. I grabbed my bag, car keys, and twirled in a slow circle around my room to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything.
Charger.
I grabbed my charger then left my room. I opened Ashlyn's door to tell her cat goodbye and to also let her out, she always forgets to keep her door opened.
I gathered myself one more time with a deep breath, telling myself that I'm nowhere near gay, I am a straight male who likes female.
Wait what if she asks if I have a girlfriend?
I can lie and say it's Natalie so I'm not as suspicious.
I should probably tell Ezra...nah, it's okay.
I walked out the door and locked it. I'm only leaving so early so I can stop and get gas and also scream at the top of my lungs without my neighbors hearing me.
Once I got in my car, I looked at my phone acting like I was going to have any messages or anything. I mean, I did have instagram notification from my sister, but that doesn't count.
Wait, speaking of Instagram.
I opened my phone up to insta and searched Ezra's name.
"What the fuck." I told myself as I saw the blue check mark beside his name.
