Colton's POV
I sleep commando and I feel Anthony's bicep and I see my "Little Jimmy" growing hard. WAIT. IM NOT GOING HARD JUST BECAUSE OF A BOY'S ARM. Right? Probably. I'm not sure about myself. I mean he's dreamy
And so adorable while sleeping. But that's not gay right? Calling a boy adorable? Lots and lots of guys do it. Those boys they call cute being babies... And I'm saying it about a boy my age makes it bad. Really bad. What if those losers were right? That I am a cock-sucker. No. Well, at least I think I'm not. But can Anthy change that? I really don't know. He's really cute though. And... Um... He's really smart when it comes to school.
I think I'm gay. Um. This is so unexpected. I was sure as hell I was straight. But then again since when was I ever attracted to a girl? First grade? Probably.
Anthony's POV
It's still Sunday. I'm sitting in my room reading one of those girly teen magazines while Colton is doing homework next to me. My parents went out to get me a new bed that I can actually fit in.
"What are you reading?" Colton laughs as he sees the periodical in my hands.
"Teen Time. Now SHH. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner might be dating!"
"That's so gay." He responds.
"And you're somehow straight?"
"I AM!"
"Mhm. Whatever keeps you asleep at night." I continue reading and he writes
"I am." He whispers.
"Mhm."
"Ugh. Gay people and their 'tudes"
"Excuse you?!" I snap
"Yeah. I'm much better than you. Pretty boy."
"IM GONNA CUT YOUR HEAD OFF! TAKE IT BACK!"
"Nope. Gay boy. Oh what are you gonna do? Dance like a little ballerina?"
I tackle his homophobic ass off the bed and straddle him. He looks scared and dumbfounded. Then smirks suspiciously.
"You even smell like a girl. Perfume sissy!"
I slap him across the face. What is he doing?!
"You think that hurt?! You even hit like a gir-"
I punch him in the face cutting his sentence off.
"Ow. That actually hurt. For a girl."
"IM NOT A GIRL!" I scream.
"Anthy! We're home!" Mom and dad call out from below the stairs. I fix my now crumpled clothes and headed downstairs.
"Let's help your parents girly."
I let that one slide. I'm still mad at this prick though.
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Elliot's POV
"Hey Tanner."
"Yeah?"
"Can you do us a HUGE favor?"
I tell Sam to pull out the cute pink suitcase (What? I'm gay and I suddenly have a thing for pink.)
"How much money is that and what am I doing to get that much?"
"You know Colton?"
"Yeah... Why?"
"We want you. Tanner Daley, to pretend to flirt with him and stuff until he is your boyfriend. You know. Sweep him off his little feet."
"WHY ON EARTH WOULD I DO THAT?!"
"100,000 dollars?"
"Oh shit. I'm in. When do I start?"
"Um. Like. NOW." I push him towards an approaching Colton and Anthony Ladao. Or did he change his last name? I don't know him and I never had, nor have I cared for him much either.
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Tanner's POV
"OOF!" I crash into Colton's rock-hard chest and see his arms already wrapped around me.
"Hi." I say making my eyes look like they're in awe.
"Erm... Hey." He says blandly.
"You're cute." I say.
"Okay then." He drops me to the floor.
"Ow man."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't play for that team." He walks away and I feel tears forming in my eyes. Wait what?
I don't know what's happening to me. Saying 'You're Cute' to him felt right for some reason. Being in his arms felt like bliss. Am I Fallin' For A Dude?! WTF?!
Anthony's POV
UGH. HE'S MINE! ALL MINE! BACK OFF TANNER! BACK!
I keep chanting in my brain that he needs to stand off my man.
I walk into geometry and approach my seat. Next to Tanner.
"Hey dude. Your friend is SOO hot. Can you hook me up?"
"Sorry. He isn't gay."
"HIM! NOT GAY?!" He laughed. His laugh is adorable.
"That's what I said." I respond.
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IM NOT GAY I PROMISE! (Canthony Midnight Red Fanfic)
Roman pour AdolescentsColton Jones is one weird 17-year-old. He explains to his friends (and himself) that he's not gay. He calls boys hot, cute, and even sexy sometimes. But nope. He's not gay. Some people say that he is just kidding. But his friends say otherwise. One...