NorRay-emo loser-

Rays pov

TW:

Homophobia 

After Norman left, I remained in an awkward face-off with my aunt.

After about a minute of silence, I said, "So . . . Probably should've told you, Norman's,  uh, not just my friend."

Sarah gasped.

I tilted my head. This is quirky-

She spluttered, "You- he- He's a boy!"

I nodded slowly, "Yes. I ... do know that?"

"But- You can't- I won't have this!" she rose her on the last bit.

I blinked, "... why?"

"You are going to text that boy and tell him that you won't talk to him anymore," she said firmly.

"Oh fuck no," Oh shit that was an inside thought. "I mean-

"That's final. Right now."

My mind was racing. I didn't want her to completely hate me, that would make the next few years awful, so I had to do as she said. She would make me text him in front of her. I had no idea why, I figured she would have the same views as my mother, but maybe this played into why I hadn't seen her in years. I don't want to freak out Norman ... I decided to tell him at school the next day. He'd be fine until then, right? I walked slowly to where my phone was, picked it up, and opened my text conversation. I paused, what do I even write? Hopefully he doesn't believe me. Slowly, I typed out. 'Norman, I don't want to see you anymore.' I looked up to Sarah for approval. She nodded, sort of coldly. I sent it.

"And no responding," Sarah said as she left.

The moment she was out the door I curled into a ball on the floor. I saw Norman see my message:

Norman: what?

Norman:why?

Norman: ray, I don't understand 

Sorry, love. Please understand I was forced to send that. The rest of the day was nearly as terrible. I stayed in my room, skipping lunch, and then when I couldn't stand the hunger anymore I left to get food. I passed Sarah, who seemed to want to say something to add to out prior conversation, but I just walked faster. I got back to my room as fast as I could. All I could think to do was listen to music, so laid on my bed and did so. Norman was online on and off the whole day, and he started typing once in awhile, but never finished. Just leave until tomorrow. I stared at my phone screen until I couldn't bear it anymore.

(Timeskip to next morning, which is Monday if you've been paying attention)

I woke up happy, until I remembered everything from yesterday. That really ruined the mood. I take the bus for the first time today. I prepared for school and left without bothering to figure out where my aunt was. The bus pulled up down the street a few minutes later, and I sat down in a middle seat with no one in it. It was noisy, but overall not awful since I just listened to music until I reached school. The first few periods of the day dragged on and on, taking what seemed like years to finish.

Then, finally, it was lunch. Which meant Norman.

Author's Note: those damn pigeons