Dylan's pov
The movie is about half way over and I'm dead inside. Aaron and Hayes haven't stopped swapping spit since it started, I think my gag reflex is broken.
I shut off my phone because it's about to die and stand up from my lonely spot on the chair. I put my shoes on and walk back into the living room to see them practically sitting on top of each other.
"Hayes I'm gonna go. You seem busy anyway," I say and head for the front door while rolling my eyes.
"But you don't have a way of getting home. I drove you," he says, pulling his crusty lips away from the other boy's.
"I'll call an Uber or something," I mumble and walk out of the house.
I start walking down the street, trying to get as far away from the house as possible before strange noises start coming from Aaron's bedroom.
I make it to the end of the street and sit down under the stop sign. I exhale and run my hair in-between my fingers.
This was hands down the worst, most awkward day ever.
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Sexuality H.G.
Fanfiction"Sorry love, but I'm gay",he laughs. I frown and shrink back into my chair. My eyebrows raise as an idea comes to me. "Not for long",I whisper in his ear and strut off.
