Homo In Denial (boyxboy)

Chapter 6

THE FIRST ONE I uploaded was rated R. Which was a bowl of crap, if I must say so. Sure the language in stories like this aren't so very rated-G but I don't think it should be rated R. Anyways, I edited it. So hopefully it'll be better? If the previous chapter was Rated R... think about the upcoming smex scene... oh well. 

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Chapter 6 –

So we finally arrived at the carnival and I see all the joyrides and all the neat stuff that a carnival arrives. My reaction was quite… tourist like must say. I took out my phone and immediately started taking pictures of anything I could see. Giovanni sees what I was doing and face-palms himself in embarrassment for me, then mumbles something under his breath. I couldn’t help myself; I’ve never been to a carnival. 

“You act as though you’ve never went to a shitty carnival before. Have you?” Giovanni asks slinging his arm around my neck. 

“Nope,” I admit. “I’ve never really gotten the chance to anyways. My mother was always busy at her hair salon job, my father isn’t around so forget about asking him, I usually stayed put to myself so no point in asking friends, because I never had any, and well I never got the chance to go. Since I never really thought about spending my free time at a carnival, with people too! No, I couldn’t handle that. I’d get weak in the knees, start stuttering, people would laugh at my idiocy and then I’d just walk home in shame and in tears. If I had to admit, and yeah, so I guess-“ 

“Shut it,” Giovanni complaints. 

“Sorry,” I mutter. 

He pulls me in closer and forced my head to stay on his shoulder. I notice our position and start saying how people were looking. His response, “I don’t give a bloody fuck, we’re best bros and we are going to a carnival.” Of course, he would say that. I just let him do as he pleases and he walks me over to the ticket booth. 

We pay, well to be truthful he paid for me, and we made our way in. We immediately headed for the roller coaster rides, and made our way in line. By this time his hand slid from my shoulder to my hand and we started to… well… hold hands. I didn’t want to point anything out, since I was too focused on the rides, and started to act like an excited child.

“Giovanni it’s going to be such a sick drop!” I say nudging his shoulder with my elbow, with our fingers still interlocked.

“Bro, I’m betting ten bucks you will shit your pants or lose it,” Giovanni bets with a large grin. “And I’ll take plenty of pictures.”

I start laughing at the way Giovanni says it, leaving him bewildered what was so funny. I told him why I laughed and he only scoffed at my reason. We start going in a laughing frenzy catching glances from other people. But we were too busy in our world to notice the stares, glares, and the hopeful smiles. 

Wait our own world? I didn’t say that. No. 

“Yo, dream boy, we’re up,” Giovanni broadcasts dragging me into the seat of a roller coaster. “Now hurry up and sit your ass down.” 

I comply and sit beside him. After we started fighting who gets to sit on the right or left, which was decided by the couple sitting behind us, we finally sit down. I shoot him a giddy glance and he follows it up by an apathetic facial expression. After what seems like hours, get ready and the ride soon starts beginning with a slow ride uphill. 

“I’ve never been on a roller coaster, I’ve heard about it before though! They say it’s like a baby ride, nothing to be scared of!” I tell.