Pain Is Hilarious (Billdip)

Welp, I'm Gay

I spent the next day with Mabel working in the shack. I constantly looked at Bill, hoping he would look back, but also hoping he wouldn't notice.  He didn't notice and I was actually disappointed.  I just brushed it off. I was getting depressed over something stupid... Like always. I start to cry. I climb off of the shelf I was re stalking. I walk up to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I Take my razor out from its hiding spot and drag it across my already scarred skin. 

I hear a knock on the door and panic. 

"Pine tree, Are you okay?" 

I quickly and quietly put my blade back in its hiding spot. 

I pulled down my sleeves and winced at the burning pain that soon fell over my arms. I splashed water in my face to mask the crying and prepared to open the door.  I held my breath for a few seconds making sure I could hear that Bill was still outside of the door. I slowly creaked open the large wooden door, but just enough so you could see about half of my face. 

"H-hi, Bill..." I said with a sigh. He moved me out of the doorway and walked into the bathroom. I wore a confused look on my face, but I knew why he was in here. He wanted answers. I've been in this exact situation before with a few friends about a year ago. They got upset and left me forever. I haven't had any other friends since then.  I'm not a very social person. No one likes me. I would sit in school and send e-mails to Ford. Until the day that he didn't respond. He would normally respond within 2 minutes of me sending it. 

Bill sat down and pulled me down with him. We were sitting on the white tilled floor of the bathroom. I sat there fiddling with my fingers and staring at my red converse. We were both cross-legged and across from each other. I looked up to see him staring at me with those sympathetic eyes that make me blush and feel dizzy. If Bill wasn't here I would probably have  'Michael In The Bathroom' Stuck in my head... But I couldn't focus on the lyrics with him staring at me. I looked down while I blush realizing I was staring at him. He inched closer to me and I felt my blush grow from a light pink to a dark red. I fold my arms making him look at them. Damn-it!!! He grabs my arms and pulls them from my chest. I resist, but he turns out to actually be pretty strong. I grit my teeth as he pulls down my sleeves. I can feel the tear starting as he examines my bleeding arms. He stands up and heads over to the sink. He grabs a black washcloth and runs it under the water. He sits back down with the washcloth in hand. He proceeds to pull my sleeve down and press the lukewarm cloth to my bleeding arms. I grit my teeth from the pain, but take it. 

We do all of that in silence. I look at him as he rinses the washcloth out over the sink. He was just so gorgeous. ........

Welp, there is no point in denying it anymore.

I,m a homosexual.