\\Love Of Seven Colours//

1: What am I?

"You likes girls right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Boys?"

"I like boys too. I like both girls and boys."

"I guess you are bisexual."

"How about me being so 'tomboyish'? Surely that doesn't add up."

"Surprisingly, it does mate. You could be genderqueer and bisexual at the same time lad, there's nothing wrong."

"Wow. Really?"

"Yeah mate."

"Thanks for your help. Appreciate it."

"Don't sweat it. Oh my lord my test is tomorrow. Gotta go! And don't worry, Allie is bi too."

"Thanks. Really? I'll talk to her then. Thanks for your help, Sam."

"No prob. See you when?"

"Tuesday."

"Okay! Bye bye!"

"Bye."

I put down the phone after having a nice chat with Samantha. She is a nice person. And even though she was straight herself, she still took out a lot of her time helping people figure their sexuality. May seem wrong yes, but she always tends to put people before herself. Some people see that as a weakness, but I and many others see it as a great point.

Well, I'm a totally different story. My life so far has been rough, with a mom that doesn't seem to even try understanding her daughter, and a mostly broken family after my mom broke up with her abusive husband after about 20 years. It's not perfect, but in another person's eyes, my life could be perfectly imperfect. Why think that? Because there is one person, other than Sam that helps me on a daily basis. Steph. Stephanie Campbell. Her raven black hair, her beautiful brown eyes contrasting against all the bright colored clothes she wore on her perfectly tanned skin. She had some scars on her legs- a result of her career in sports. However, it didn't matter to me. She was truly utterly beautiful. She was taller than most her age, a big contrast to her warm welcoming heart and kind personality. Her voice was deeper than most female voices, but soothing to my ears nonetheless. She was my tol bean, my shelter, my support, my best friend and my refuge.

Enough talk about her. Sometimes I get carried away. Even when procrastinating. Seriously, I can procrastinate just by staring at a wall.

I turn my mp3 on to the first song. I was quite a fan of twenty one pilots, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco and My Chemical Romance. This time the shuffle play decides that I needed to listen to Troye Sivan for a change. My personal favorite is for him. and yeah, that's what it played. Typical.

I unlock my drawer and take out my journal. I write a lot of stories, not so much drawing, I was never gifted in art. I flip to a new page and start writing a one shot about Dan and Phil. Why? I don't know either. At least I'm doing something useful, right?

All these stories are either good enough to be used as a monologue for a drama project or will just go online onto Wattpad. If not, it'll just stay in the book. Either way, they are still nice. In my opinion, that is.

Few seconds later, my cell starts ringing. I stride over to my phone and look at the caller id.

Allie Thompson - spork <3

Obviously Allie got to me first, she was always on the ball, whatever happens anywhere, she seems to know. Like some sort of Doctor Who almost.

"Hey Allie."

"Hey Joey. Heard you found your interest?"

"Interest?"

"You like girls and boys, am I right?"

I can almost hear her chuckling over the phone. "Uh-huh. Why'd you ask? I thought you were busy this week?"

"Seriously? I can cut off some of my schedule for a fellow spork."

"Why the hell are you calling me a spork? Its a name of a utensil for Pete's sake."

"Sporks are special utensils. They are both a fork and spoon. Not just a spoon, not just a fork. Like most bisexuals you see."

"I see, smartypants."

"Whoa calm your mandarin oranges down missy."

"I'm not a missy."

"Okay then, whatever."

"Coming over for cheese ramen?"

"Nah, mom's cooking today, gotta eat at home."

"Oh, I see. See you tomorrow?"

"Ye-ap!"

"Bye Allie."

"Byeya spork!"

I hang up. Allie was quite the popular girl, people usually following her everywhere, but actually, almost nobody knows what's going on in her home, or life even. Sometimes her eyes are puffy when she arrives in school, but she usually says it's due to the lack of sleep and waves it off as if it's some sort of old problem. But truth be told, I really think there is much more to her puffy eyes than what she makes it seem. I just keep to myself most of the time.

Speaking of friends and popularity, well, I'm on the middle ground. I do have friends, but not that much to be considered one of the cool or popular kids. I'm just, you know, there. I just have Allie, Steph, and Sam. Isn't too bad, I guess. Well, I can only wait till tomorrow to see my mates, so I walk towards the switch and flick it to the off position. I slump down on my bed and close my eyes.

I hope nobody steals my car radio again.

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Hi hoped you enjoyed this new project leading up to pride month (June), bye and glory to the rainbow flag!:3

-Fedoralicious