Ticking clocks and clinking glasses (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 3...

Authors message: Why make another chapter the day after the second? Just because B)

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Later that day, when we left school, everyone left out the side door of the building. I noticed Michael walking beside me.

"Hey how do you get home?" He asked.

" I walk. Its only a few blocks away."

"What street?"

"110th."

"Oh i live on that same block! Lets go together. I want to get your Pokemon id." I laughed, and nodded. As we walked towards our block, he started up a conversation about Pokemon (which i doubt you want to hear) and after about 10 minutes we arrived at the corner where we part.

"Um. Can i get your number? So that i know when we can... Pokemon battle." He asked nervously. As those words came out his mouth shakily, my heart jumped. What was this feeling? And why the hell do i only get it around him? I was also curious as to why he was acting so weird, but my heart was to loud for me to wonder why. So i just gave him my number and left with shaking legs. I cupped my face, and realized it was hot from blushing. What the hell was he doing to me...?

Later that night, he text me.

Michael: hey

Me: Michael?

Michael: yeah its me. Register me in your phone.

Me: Already done :)

Michael: okay cool.

about 5 minutes of digital awkward silence later...

Michael: So... Wanna battle?

Me: Sure ^.^

After our little wifi match, this happened...

Me: Holy shit you're good. O_O

Michael: I know B)

Me: lol to be honest, im a little jealous. Im the best Pokemon player i know!

Michael: Not anymore, you're not :3

Me: Tomorrow is dress down Friday. Im so exited :3

Michael: I know, I cant wait to see your sense of style ;)

As i read that message, my cheeks filled up with heat. What the fuck is happening to my goddamn body? I sat cross-legged on my bed as we continued chatting.

Me: Lol okay ill see you tmmr ;D

Michael: Byee ;*

My eyes widened, and my face felt like it was going to pop. My heart shot out like a rocket, and i could tell something wasn't right. Am i... gaining feelings for him?! I flinched at the idea, and threw a pillow across the room in anger. As i threw my head onto my hands, the ways me being gay would change my life flashed through my head. Would my dad disown me? Will they try to change me? Then i got mad at myself and pounded my fists onto my knees, releasing all of the frustration and confusion. I stood up all night thinking about how Michael made me feel. Am i really gay? Or is he just playing with my head? Possibilities and questions raced through my head. I decided to get some rest and think about it more in the morning.