It's what you do to me

~Chapter 2~

• Andy's POV•

    I was on my phone in my bedroom, when something pops up onto the screen. It said "Brendon Urie followed you" Not even glancing at the name, I immediately clicked off. As being a famous punk rock star, I get followed all the time. It's like second nature to have things pop up on my screen. A few minutes later, I got a shitload of spam from him. I checked to go see who was spamming me. It was Brendon. Hmm, I thought. I've never seen him, nor heard of him before. And get this... he's VERIFIED! He must be special... and there I go, looking at every single one of his pictures, bio, everything on his profile.

He's kind of cute, I thought. I slapped myself. What am I thinking? I'm not gay! I'm only interested in women. I have to stop thinking like this... this has happened before. Yes. Before. But that time was different, I was very confused about my sexuality at that time in my life. I'm over it now. Don't get me wrong, he was a little attractive. Okay... maybe more than a little. Like a 6 out of 10. That's a straight rating, right?

    I was getting sweaty for some reason, and I didn't even know why. I knew for sure that I didn't want to go through confused sexuality again. That was complete torture. Seeing a hot guy at the mall, staring at him. Seeing a hot girl at the mall at staring at her. I have to make this stop. I repeated "I don't like him, I don't like him, I don't like him!" Until It got through my skull.

And I may or may not have looked him up on Google Images... WHAT?!?! Stop looking at me that way. He's attractive. I'm not gay. Just to let you know, since your probably sitting there like, "OH MY GOD, ANDY IS GAY EVERYONE! ANDY IS FUCKING GAY!" I'm not. He's A-T-T-R-A-C-T-I-V-E. Just because I think someone is cute or hot or sexy or anything like that, doesn't necessarily mean I'm gay.

Okay?
Okay.