Here For the Credit • Gawsten (boyxboy)

Chapter 7: Oblivion Makes The Heart Grow Stronger -Morgan Freeman, Or Something

frank motivated me to write this, even made a playlist. he's one of my best friends. go read peach on his acc. parachutepunx

also, comment please. shit took me forever n y'all are gonna love this.

March 16th, 2018.

"He said what last week? Why the fuck didn't you tell me till now?" Awsten questioned his best friend on the bus ride home, as soon as Otto had told him the information that he'd heard earlier on in the day. He gripped onto the back of the seat in front of him as they hit a speedbump, passing an elementary school that was in their neighborhood.

Otto shrugged, leaning in. "He thinks you're a dummy, grape head. I forgot until club got on topic again. But he's not wrong. You're good in school, though."

"Huh." Awsten responded, brain drowning in thoughts. "Shit."

Little did Otto know, (or so he thought) Awsten's puzzle pieces were all clicking into place, forming the big picture. Their bus had stopped just in time for Awsten's gears to short out and Otto was forced to nudge him on the shoulder roughly, knocking him out of his trance.

Otto and him were pretty good at non-verbal communication. Otto shot a glare at him to get up, but in more of a concerning way rather than aggressive. Awsten nodded back as soon as he was back on Earth, but somehow he still hadn't landed within the atmosphere.

He stumbled off the bus in silence, backpack halfway shrugged off his shoulder. He immediately started walking home, but Otto caught up to his speedwalking — he didn't even realize he was speedwalking — and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Dude, are you alright?" Otto questioned, a brow perking up as he confronted his best friend. "Like, for real?"

Awsten slowly nodded. "Yeah, I'm just... thinking. I need time alone," He turned to Otto, speaking in soft, still spacey tones. "Not bad thinking. I'm not going to do anything stupid. I just need to think alone, I think. I'm sorry if I seem like an asshole."

"Nah," Otto shook his head, pausing in his steps. "I get it, dude. Don't die."

"Thanks, Otto," Awsten smiled, waving Otto off as he turned in the direction of his own house. Awsten kept walking, now at his original quick pace.

He bounded down the street, nearly tripping on his own feet. As soon as he got to the empty driveway, he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out the house keys. Everything just kept connecting, and his mind was racing, and holy shit.

Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

He threw his backpack onto a chair by the front door, everything clicked, he ran up the stairs and tripped on his feet, it all made sense, he picked himself up again, no wonder he felt so weird, he ran down the hallway into the bathroom and oh my god, he stared at himself in the mirror.

His hair was messy, obnoxious purple and scattering all directions, his jacket was half off of him and somehow he'd gotten a leaf or five on it, but he had a gigantic smile on his face, even though he looked like a fucking wreck. He leaned forwards, making eye contact with himself. He couldn't believe he—

"I have a crush on a guy." He said finally, stepping back after interrupting himself. He'd repressed it for so long, it just felt... amazing to hear it out loud. Amazing, in the weirdest way possible. "I have a crush. On a guy."

He laughed, turning away before looking over his shoulder, into the reflective surface once more. "I have a crush on a guy."

He full on fucking giggled, and he didn't know why. Maybe he did. He faced his whole body towards the mirror. "I have a crush on a guy. A dude. A boy. He's a guy-person. Someone of the male specimen. I want to hold his hand and shit."