Since I turned 15 my parents have always tried to shove me towards girls,
Sometimes, although rarely, subtly. Other times, so damn obviously,
16-18 was when I dabbled in a few relationships,
My parents were glad. None of them lasted more than 2 seasons though.
I never really saw girls as more than friends,
I tried to for my parents because it was "right",
But girls never really caught my eye,
Though, as a jock, I caught many of theirs.
Looks or personality made little difference to me.
Kind, sweet, blonde, blue eyes, whatever.
I didn't feel how I was "supposed to" for them,
And I felt awkward and wrong inside.
And then I laid eyes upon Giovanni. [A/N: Yes, ik this is very cliche, lma]
Black curls that I wanted to mess up so bad, alluring brown eyes, 6',
Rich, olive skin that shone in the sun, freckles smattered across his face,
And a mighty lethal dimple which rarely showed.
I felt myself drawn more towards him than girls,
But I suppressed it because it wasn't "normal",
I'd heard many bad things from the local pastor,
Gays, sinful beings. Surely I wasn't one of them ?
I tried to convince myself that I just hadn't found the right girl,
But in chemistry and maths lessons I got lost in his eyes,
I zoned out often and got little work done and it was showing,
My grades were terrible and my parents yelled at me for it,
But all that mattered were those beautiful brown eyes.
[A/N: Sorry for the irregular 5th line at the end, but the line would've been too long so I had to split it and add a bit more. But other than that I hope you enjoyed it. Got a spur of the moment idea to make Gio's POV as well for each part (there are 5 of them so...), so I might well do that].
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