The Problems of Love

Chapter 3

Hey guys this one will be longer than the last
Pic is of Allison
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Gof's POV

"You want to do what!?"

I was totally unsure of my plan, but it had to be done.

"I'm going to turn you straight." I stated.

After a moment of silence Fog just started laugh his guts out.

"What's so funny?" I asked getting a little annoyed. "It's jus.....it's.....turn me straight.....it's just not possible." He said in between giggles.

"Why the hell not?"

He started laughing again, harder this time. It was really getting in my nerves.

After he finally died down he looked at me like I was the freak.

He was the freak. I mean come on getting fucked by guys in the ass and liking it. It's sick. I wasn't the best brother and that's probably what drove him to this and away from God. I will fix him.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" He said snapping me out of my thoughts.

"We need to start as soon as possible."

"You're really gonna go through with this, aren't you?" He asked with downcast eyes. "Yeah I need to fix you."

"Maybe I'm no the one who needs fixing." He said in barely a whisper. I almost didn't hear him.

"Listen, tomorrow met me up at the Starbucks in Judex, we'll begin there. If not then you are not my brother." I said while turning to leave. I closed the door with a soft thud.

I gave him a choice so he can't be like other fags and say they were forced to become straight. He will have to listen in his brother.

The next morning I was sitting in a comfy chair drinking black coffee. I liked it black it was strong and wakened my senses. Dad would always drink black coffee. Dad I really miss him.

Fog walked in looking around. I knew it he wanted this. He wanted to be normal. He just needed a helping hand and I'm the one who's gonna help-

He just walked out.

HE JUST WALKED OUT!

He got his coffee paid and walked didn't even look in my direction. Furious I stormed out and caught him outside sitting in one of the metal chairs.

"What the hell do you think you're doing." I asked. He didn't even look at me.

"Drinking coffee."

I stood there waiting for an explanation. He brought the cup to his lips and slightly sipped the hot liquid. The coffee falling down his throat. It was mesmerizing.

Wait.

I see what he's doing he tryna make me think gay. Well guess what two can play at that game.

I snatched the coffee out of his hands and placed in the table. I grabbed his face and brought it just inches from mine. He looked at me with wide brown eyes. Ha. Got him right where I want him.

He licked his pink lips which were slightly parted in shock. I leaned in and went to his ear.

"You thought." I whispered.

He pushed me back and poured in his chair. That's what he gets for putting his gay shit on me. Never again. Maybe he'll learn his lesson.

I won't let him turn me gay like that again. Nope. Not today.

He followed me to my car. God, can't he catch a hint. I'm not this way I just want him straight again.

I climbed into the driver seat and a few seconds later the passenger door flew open and he hoisted his lithe frame into the seat and closed the door with a thud.