The Last Gay Standing

The Day Prt 1

*a bit of backstory. Peyton is a ALL-GAY boy. he is at a school where majority of the population is of the lgbtq+ community. His best friend his Karen, who is also his dorm-mate, because of the fact that she is a lesbian and peyton (as i mentioned before) is gay so yea..*

Peyton's eyes fluttered. He wasn't completely awake but he sat up anyways. His pale pink is hair was a wreck, honestly he looked as if he was struck with lighting. he turned his head slowly, his grey-blue eyes lazily carried along. he looked over to the bed next to his. well no it wasn't even a bed it was wood and a mattress, with silky deep purple blankets flung crazily on top of the lump of a person. he shook his head quickly and rubbed his eyes after. Peyton slowly pulled the dull white blankets, that were neatly placed around him, off of his legs. he pointed and then flexed them before placing his big to on the cold black hardwood floor "of course he floor is fucking cold" he said with a bit of a raspy sigh in his voice. His voice isn't usually like this, it's like, nice, but not peppy. he placed the ball of his foot on the ground, it was so cold, or maybe Peyton was over reacting since he just woke up, but he clutched his fingers tightly into hi palm and formed a fist. he placed the rest of the foot on the dark wood. he skipped frantically over ti the lump of blankets. he snatched the blankets of the lump to reveal and pale skinned, girl. Her hair was blood red, shaved\d on all sides but medium length on top. Peyton slowly raised his freshly done nails, and swept his hand back down to her face. the girl shot up, like a jolt of lightning struck her body. She was panting. he looked over at Peyton and smiled.

"hey Bae! " she said, extending her hand for Peyton to take. In which he did. See this was routine. He laughed and pulled her of her bed. He gave her a peck on the lips and rolled his eyes.

"go brush your damn teeth and shower. you smell like pussy and taste like it too!" he smiles before grabbing her and shoving her into the bathroom. she laughed softly "you know that what i eat! all day!" she said "Karen's my name and Pussy -eating is my game" Karen playfully shouted. before the bathroom door was slammed on her. Peyton's laugh could b heard through the door.

"oh shut-uuuuup! take a shower," he said as he went to her bed and fixed it up a bit. he waited a bit before hearing the water coming form the shower head "good job Karen!" he snickered sweetly to his best friend.

Karen rolled her eyes softly. She queitly mocked Peyton and spoke"Whatever! Virgin" she laughed. He walked over to the baby blue dresser. On top of that we're a list  of things, a hairbrush, with strands of hair twisting and turning like a snake slipping through grass. The was a large sky blue mirror. Peyton sighs as he looks at the mirror. He could hear the slight whistle of his dorm mate. He looks at himself and chuckles "honey let's get this done". He pulls out one of the drawers specifically on the left side. He looks down at the folded clothes and places his finger to his lip, looking almost as if he was thinking. Well not as if, that's exactly what he was doing. He smirked picturing the clothes he wanted to wear. He lifted and flopped through T-shirt's and jeans until he found the ones he wanted. He scurried over to the white closet door, he pulled them open with a grunt. He ran his finger along the multiple jackets hanging on hangers. He stopped in front of a creased deep black leather jacket. He went to his bed and laid all the clothes he was gonna wear just as he heard the door creek open.

"Honey I am home" Karen said. She had a purple towel wrapped around her breast, which as covered the rest of her 'areas'. Peyton turned around. He rolled his eyes and turned back to his clothing.

"Yea i mage apple pie while you were at work" he said making his choice sound a tad bit more feminine then it was. All he could hear after that was a burst of laughter.

"Y-You-" heaves "c-can't c-" pants and laughs more "for SHIT" she laughs more this time more arrogant and foolish then the last. Peyton shoes her off with his hand and and giggles as he kept his eye on his clothing. He looked down at a teal crop-top, black skinny ripped jeans and a leather jacket.

He began to take of his shirt revealing his pale body and pinkish nipples. As Karen went a scavenged the room for clothes that were dirty but didn't look dirty. She got a red shirt with booty jeans, and a red flannel to tie around her waist.

After they finished the walked over to each other. Peyton asks " how do I look?". "Gay" she replies. "Great" He said before going over to the dresser and grabbing his makeup bag he left under his shirts. He walks of the bathroom door "be right back, bae" he smiles and enters the restroom. He opens the bag gently and takes out his lipstick, it was bright red. He rubbed his lips together. He smiles as he looks at him self on the mirror that hung over top of the sink. He took out his mascara. He gently lifted the tip of the brush to his eyelash and pulled up. He did that repeatedly. Sighed softly and spoke "do you think I should put on eyeshadow?" He awaited a response and which he got.

"No! C'mon man! Hurry up" she sighed.

Peyton smirked and went over to the rack that held the, hair dryer, hair brush and some scrunchies. "Whatever your opinion isn't needed, but I will follow it cause I choose too!" He mumbled as he picks up the brush and slowly brushes a beautiful lock of his pink hair. He surged as he finished and opened the door. He walked over to Karen "Sup dick head?"

She chuckles "Fuck you"

Peyton curtsies "Why thanks you"

Karen smirks " I am going to a party later and YOU" she pointed to Peyton. "Are coming! And WILL not be the last gay standing". She opened the dorm door and pushes his out before he could respond.

~thanks for reading second chapter should come out soon~