Courting Rancis Ong: The Seven Despicable Boys (bxb) (On going)

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I am the type of person that sometimes -- and by sometimes I mean at least once a week -- go into a full blown emotional breakdown. Whether or not the effects of this breakdown is good or bad; is something that I know fucking well that I'll regret soon enough. But I still do an emotional breakdown, nonetheless. I mean... because why not? Right?

I am Rancis fucking Ong, the gay gymnast that made a handful of boys go Willie Wonka on him, or Britney Spears, or Miley Cyrus. You can go think of a couple crazy nutbag of your choice to create the best personification of the word "Crazy." However this self-loving, utterly amazing (Note the sarcasm), and ow shit so beautiful gay gymnast forgot to ask himself why? I mean... that's pretty basic right?

Why the fucking hell are they courting me in the first place?! This is not fucking Cinderella  where the prince charming falls in love with a nasty pauper. This is more like Snow White where the Prince fucking kisses a random, god knows who, corpse in the wood -- not to mention -- is surrounded by seven dwarfs. And yes gentlewomen and gentlemen, I am cold as a corpse right now.

Why did Zac -- pretty boy with six pack delicious abs -- said he liked a gay person like me? WHY!

"Yo," someone whispered saucily on my right ear. Literally destroying my nice reverie, if you can call that thoughts a reverie. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

It's Yuno, by the way. He's wearing a nice white sando top highlighting his sexy arms, and a refreshing blue sweat short accentuating his tight buns. Oops! Did I just said that?

I smiled mischievously, "Just... sitting."

Let me explain where the hell I'm at. I am currently sitting here on a big ass rock near Yuno's house's pond, in a garden.

He scratched his nape awkwardly, revealing his clean --not to mention -- shaved underarm before saying: "So... can I sit beside you?"

I looked up at him with a smirk on my face. Why is he suddenly so awkward with me? Nevertheless, I tapped the spacious rock I am sitting on, to tell him that it's okay.

"Nice," he murmured after being sitted. "So, why are you sitting here all alone?" he asked, smiling.

Why should there be a freaking reason or explanation to everything? If an author writes about a gay guy sitting idly on a rock, does that means he is discreetly trying to convey a secret message to his readers?

Can't it be like: "He just happened to be sitting on a fucking rock."

But yeah... whatever.

"Because I don't have a company moments ago? But hey! Here you're now!" I explained.

"Oh," he chuckled. "I thought I somewhat interrupted a meditation or something?"

Is he trying to be funny? Because if he is, I literally find it cute. But yes, Yuno Song, you interrupted me at a very important time.

"Nah," I smiled. "Your company is actually... pretty nice."

He suddenly grinned like a fool, "Is that so? Can I be honest with you?"

"Yeah. What is it?" I said.

"I also enjoy your company," he simply said.

Heck! When did I said that I enjoyed being with him? I just said that it's nice for my own sake. Because I am so goddamn scared that if I said the wrong set of words, it'll be the end for me. Bang bang! Brains splattered on the floor because of a horrid gun shot. Yikes!

"Please elaborate on that," I replied.

Yuno suddenly move closer to me, making our arms touch skin to skin.