Gay/ Joshler

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"It's a C sharp, Tyler! C sharp then a D. Okay?" Jenna sighs becoming agitated. She's my best friend of 5 years. We met at the beginning of high school, Wydale High. She's trying to teach me a song for the upcoming talent show we're doing together, and when I mean 'we' I mean she sings enticing the audience with her charms whilst I sit behind the piano, sweating under the blinding lights.

"S-sorry..." I slowly mutter out under my breath but loud enough for her to hear. I love Jenna and all but she takes these talent shows too seriously. Last year we played Bruno Mars song about being beautiful or something like that. Though the piano chords didn't fit the song, her amazing voice made up for my mistakes,thank fully.

She watches me fiddle with my hands in my lap and runs a reassuring hand through my hair and down to my shoulders, making me smile up at her.

"I'll get some the cookies from down stairs" braking the silence,making me perk up instantly. We exchange grins before she leaves the room to get the cookies we made not long ago, which (of course) made a huge mess in her parents kitchen. But hey! It was totally worth it! Well...I hope?

I shift on the bench of the piano, waiting for her to come back. My eyes shoot around her pastel aesthetic room; a collection of stuffies on a shelf by her bed, a neat desk with stationery in a pot along side her Mac next to another desk where makeup appears to be sprawled upon it and a Polaroid photo of her and her long term boyfriend, Brendon, placed on her bed side table. I mean, I like him but I feel like maybe he doesn't like me and Jenna being the way we are. He treats Jenna well so it doesn't matter what he thinks of me.

I move and sit on the edge of her bed, delicately picking up the image, smiling in awe when Jenna walks in with a plate of our cookies and she notices I'm holding the photo.

"That was a few months ago!" she states leaning across me, "Such a fun night" . Those words make me place the photo down and rise immediately from her bed and return to the piano bench, who knows what's happened in that bed?! I cringe at the thought because I know the ins-and-outs of Brendon's kinks.

"How are you and Brendon,anyways?" I sheepishly ask trying to get the thought out my head. "We're alright,thanks! He's coming over tonight" she explains, flipping her hair to one side and sticking her tongue out. Oh. The thought is back. Gross. The whole hair flip and tongue thing means she's getting dicked DOWN!  "Jennaaa!" I playfully slap her leg and grab a warm cookie off the plate next to her and she just simply smirks at me with innocence.

Everyone thinks we date since we're so close but only a few know that I am gay.
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