The MagCon Ships III: Paper (Jolinsky)(BoyxBoy)

Chapter 4 - Late Bloomer

[Picture:Jack and Jack. Video: Misbehavin' - Pentatonix]

Growing up, I knew that there was something different about me. I knew that I wasn't one hundred-percent like the other boys in school. This is something almost every single LGBT person has said, because it's true. When you're young and you feel these certain feelings, you try to question if there's something wrong with you or if there's something wrong with society. I didn't really understand the concept of gay when I was growing up, all I knew about it was that a gay guy is a boy who acts like a girl, and there was such a negative vibe to the word. 

I hated it, I hated the word gay, and I didn't want to be called gay. So I masked up everything about me and started to act like someone I wasn't. I would go out and play basketball with the boys and do my best to not stare at their bodies and handsome faces. I would turn my head when an attractive girl walks by so that my friends don't question me, and I pretend to agree with them when they talk about girls. 

It was something difficult to do, and it was such a huge weight to carry around. It was freshman year of high school that I found out that being gay wasn't really that bad, specially in the school I went to. 

Freshman year was the year I met my very first gay friend, and I won't get into much details about it because we never really grew close, but we knew enough about each other to call the other "friend" and not just an acquaintance. He was pretty cool, and not girly at all. It was because of him that the whole misconception of gay I had all along was proven to be wrong. Gay doesn't necessarily mean femininity, and it doesn't necessarily mean you have to act a certain way and like certain things. 

Gay is just a boy liking other boys, that's actually it. But we cannot deny that stereotypes are stereotypes.

Not all gay boys love Lady Gaga, even though I myself adore the queen. 

I came out to Johnson first halfway through freshman year, he didn't take it well at first because we've done so much things together, shared beds, pulled all-nighters playing video games just in our t-shirts and underwears that it suddenly made him uncomfortable that I'm attracted to guys. But just like everyone, he came around soon enough and the tale of Jack and Jack picked up where it left off. 

Have you ever came across that awkward moment when you and your friend are walking beside each other and your hands brush against the other? Well, that has happened to Jack and I so many times that sometimes he just jokes about it and actually takes my hand for a few seconds. 

He jokes about it a lot, how the both of us would be the greatest gay couple ever, if he was gay. We grew up together, which means that we might as well just know the other so well that we can distinguish the other's footsteps. There are times where he'd wrap his arm around me and put me in this lock where he'd try to kiss my cheek in public, and I wasn't a big fan of PDA back then so I had to push him away. 

Since the moment college has started, we kind of drifted apart. Maybe now he's trying to be in a relationship which is why he's pushing me away a little so that people won't think he's gay too. It's fine, I understand anyway. But I can never deny the fact that I honestly think Johnson is gay, but I won't push it. 

I woke up to the sound of a hard bump and something falling on the floor, I open my eyes and quickly sat up, throwing the covers away. That's where I find a half-naked Lucas on the floor, clutching his left hip while his face scrunches up in pain.

"What the fuck happened?" I ask. 

He opens his eyes and looks at me. "Good morning." He greets ."I bumped into your bed and fell down."