A Gay Experience

It Appears

"Yo, man. Why're you staring at me?" I blinked quickly as I sat up straight. I wasn't staring at his dumbass. Just blacked out for a second. I fumbled with my math homework as I yawned. "Man, I'm just tired." He gave me a questionable look before continuing with whatever video game he was playing. 

I scoffed. What sensible motherfucker would waste their time staring at some asshole? As if Anthony's brown eyes could distract me from...learning. I sighed. It was the fourth time that week that I found myself fucking staring at him. However, it was the first time Anthony caught me. I was definitively NOT gay. If I was I would 've been staring at other guys too so that theory was out the window. 

Maybe I just hated him. Whenever I was around him my heart would beat faster, so he must be causing me high blood pressure or something. Right? The only true, logical conclusion. or maybe I had a disease or some shit. But I was definitely not gonna go to the ER for symptoms of sweaty palms, increased heart rate, dry mouth, and all that shit. 

If I were less of a person I would've tried to kick him out or something. But I loved my bro way too much -- NOT LIKE THAT THOUGH!" 

No homo. His home life sucked so as if I'd be a dick and send his ass back to that hellhole. Not that I was thinking about his ass. We were on the football team in highschool so it's definitely nothing I hadn't seen before. Okay? 

I ended up walking into my bedroom to try and get some actual work done. Well, more like doing 2 to 3 questions and taking a break to scroll through Tumblr. Quite the multitasker if I do say so myself. Eventually, I managed to get a lot done before stopping completely. Work hard play hard, am I right? 

I wasted my spare time reblogging Walking Dead gifs and pictures of food until I saw something. It was all cheesecake and walkers when -- BAM! - a penis.

 I screamed, "HOLY SHIT!" before tossing my phone onto the floor. 

Jesus Christ, there went my heart rate again. Once I calmed my ass down I unclenched my body pillow. There shouldn't have been someone I followed that would reblog or post shit like that. I rubbed my eyes, maybe it was something else resembling a dick, right? 

I psyched myself up. As if a penis could stand between me and my memes. My hand carefully picked it off the carpet, screen still black. I braced myself as I turned it on. Yup. Definitely a penis. It was of average size, just from comparison to my own equipment, and actually well kept. 

I shook my head, "Focus!" I whispered to no one in particular. I tapped the home button. Nothing. I tapped it again. I groaned. Fucking thing was frozen!

I let out an exaggerated whimper as I accepted my fate. It would've been hella awkward to ask Anthony to get a penis off my phone. So I sat quietly as I waited for something to happen. Anything! My annoyance eventually became boredom as I had nothing to do; laptop was in the shop, Gameboy was dead, and I wasn't about to try and hang with Anthony after what was happening. 

Ugh.