Andrew~
Everyday I constantly think about how much it sucks to be a teenager. You're not a little child anymore, but you're still not quite a grown up. This may seem lame and predictable, and its not exactly a groundbreaking introduction like the start of Pride and Prejudice, but every teenager will instantly click with that line. I ponder this everyday I wake up in the Andrew household, well my parents household, I feel an empty feeling in my stomach. What if I never get anywhere? Should I treasure things in life as they might slip away quicker then I know it? These are the conversations I have with my brain as I brush my teeth in a rush to get to school. I'm in my final year at The Shithole, and 16 years old. LEGAL. Well, legal if there were any boys in my neighborhood who were:
1. attracted to boys
2. attractive
Unfortunately, there's not many boys who are willing to cuddle and watch Sherlock or Supernatural through the night. In fact, there's none at all. Also the fact of the matter is I've never even had a boyfriend before (!!)
I had a girlfriend once before I became brave enough to come out, but that was only because one of my friends said that if they went out with me they could have a chocolate bar. As soon as they found out this chocolate bar was in fact empty and only a wrapper, they bluntly dumped me. Sad times. She moved away after that, and I will never knew if I had anything to do with it.
After frantically brushing my teeth, I take a look at myself in the mirror. Black (at the moment, a couple of weeks ago it was dark, crimson red) hair. Quiff. Slight stubble growing showing off my little man-ness. Black eyebrows done to precision. Little and ugly nose. And normal lips I guess. I don't find myself in the least attractive, but surely someone, maybe someone blind, might?
After this awful deduction of myself, I slip on black trousers and a yellow hoodie as I run down the slippery stairs, where I often fall down on my arse. Foruntately this was not one of the painful bottom days, so I nearly, nearly got to the door in time to not meet my parents. Nearly. No matter how many friends I have, no matter what my grades are, no matter how I look, I will never get over how my parents don't accept me with who I am. my mum, I think, does a little, but is put in place by my dad, who is about as homophobic as them old men with guns and Donald Trump hats you see on the news.
"Good luck Andrew, don't put your dick in any place its not wanted," he laughs, not shutting the door so I can see him laugh like a drunk hyena. My mum doesn't laugh at this comment but as soon as she meets my dads gaze, she lightly chuckles. I pretend to be deaf as I make the walk to school.
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YOUTH
RomanceA boy, 15, who has everything in life. Well, apart from his parents refusing to believe he's gay. Another boy, 16, confused with his sexuality and who he wants to be in life, and has nothing to call his own. Two boys. One story.
