Skyenja

Chapter 1

(A/N) So, as of recently, I've noticed a great lack of Skyenja on Wattpad and I thought I had a good idea for one, and some support from followers, so here it is! Tell me if you like it or not, just comment what's on your mind and I hope you enjoy! And if you already haven't seen it, go check out my Skymu story!

Mitch's POV

"And that was another episode of... Pixelmon! If you doods liked this episode then smack that like button witchya forehead. Take care!" I pushed F9 (it's F9 right?) to end the recording and closed Minecraft. I opened up Skype to see that Jerome had already turned on his webcam and I did the same.

We sat there talking about random and stupid things, like shiny muks, before the conversation got very serious.

"So uh Mitch...?" Jerome asked before clearing his throat "How's the 'Adam' thing going?"

I sighed and looked down, feeling ashamed. "Well I..--"

"You haven't told him yet, have you?" Jerome interrupted. I covered my face with my hands and shook my head with shame. "Buddy, I told you you needed to tell him before him and Ty got too serious! Then you definitely wouldn't have a chance. And you do remember that he told us that he's miserable with Ty right? So why wait?"

I felt tears sting my eyes and I sighed. "Well... What if he doesn't feel the same? I mean, I never even told anyone beside you that I was... gay. He'll probably reject me..." I sighed and got a few flashbacks from high school. All the kids laughing at me and calling me a faggot after one of my 'best friends' told the whole school my secret. All the popular kids saying no one would ever love a gay like me and all my 'friends' ditching me because they were 'weirded out'. I grudgingly told Jerome after a year or so of begging, and he accepted me with open arms. Even though we constantly says '#merome' and things like that, we never had feelings for each other. At least, I never did.

I was so zoned out that I didn't notice Jerome was talking to me until he said my name. My head snapped up and I saw Jerome open him mouth to speak, before a girly shriek came from his side of the call.

"Shit..." he mumbled "Look, I gotta go. Just please think about telling him. Okay?" I nodded and the call ended. I sighed and shut down my computer. I stood and stretched, listening to the sounds of my aching and stiff bones cracking, before walking out of the room.

I guess I could tell Adam. I mean, what's the worse thing that could happen?