soccer season ♂ freethelgbt

0;08 ♂ homophobes and painful bruises

CHAPTER EIGHT

'in which an LGBT character pretends to be straight'
'in which your character's friend disapproves of gay marriage'
'in which your character finds themselves in an intense debate over gay adoption'

        "YOU'RE A FAG?!"

"Wait, Adam, no, I'm not—it's just, wait!" Adam closed his mouth and glared at him, brushing past him to walk away from him and out of the store. "Shit, shit, shit."

"So are you gay or not?" The cashier asked him, confusion and annoyance written all over her plastic face. Steven didn't answer. He quickly checked the price of the scanned items and threw the amount on the counter, leaving without a word after his soccer mate.

"Adam! Wait!" He yelled, muttering a string of incoherent curse words behind it. "Goddammit, little, fucking, son of a—come back, Adam, let me fucking explain!"

Adam turned around, walking backwards to his car and raising his hands, "come on then, tell me." Steven jogged over to him, catching up quicker now that he was walking the wrong way around. He panted quietly.

"I'm not—I'm not gay," he spat the word out like it hurt his tongue, "trust me, I'm not..."

Adam hummed and got into his car, "get in, I'll take you home, we can talk."

"But my bike..." Steven motioned to the bike parked a few spots down.

"We'll fit it in the back, come on." Steven reluctantly walked around the car after he propped his bike into it, lowering himself down in the passenger's seat. He clicked his belt shut and waited for Adam to ask the series of questions he undoubtedly had on his mind. They drove in silence for a minute. "Alright, if you're not a fag, why would you tell her you are, hm? She was hot, I know you'd find her hot because she's like most of your exes, and yet you blew her off while she was practically throwing herself at you. Why?"

Steven scratched the back of his neck. "Do my exes really look like that? Because she was really fake. She was a Barbie but uglier and fatter. I prefer my Barbies the way they're supposed to look." He winced at his own words and hoped Adam didn't notice.

"Yes, Stef, your exes look like her, but I gotta admit I didn't get enough time to check her out, so you might be right," Steven sighed in relief, "but nevertheless, that doesn't explain why you said you're a fag. You know how that is here, if anyone hears it from her, you're gonna be dead in a week. Hell, if you hadn't explained to me, I'd definitely beat the living fuck out of you." Steven winced again.

"I don't think that should be necessary, bro."

"Hell yeah it should! Gotta let them know that this bod' here, isn't for guys to check out. It's for girls to admire and guys to envy, but only briefly, because, you know, they shouldn't think about my body too much, right? So that should teach them a lesson, and they'll stay away from me. And I'll be saved."

Steven wondered if he knew how ridiculous he sounded.

"Right, sure."

"These fags are getting rights all around suddenly, like the marriage thing, God knows why because He don't want no homos in his palace, am I right? I gotta make sure they stay in line, yeah? Marriage, adoption, it's all a big mistake. But the government will find out soon enough, when they start demanding other shit," Adam spoke, eyes fixated on the road, which might've been a good thing, because if he would look at Steven after that statement with that stupid grin of his, there was probably one car less on the road. If he wanted to save the world that much, it could easily be an addition.