A Year in the Life of a Homosexual

Dear Diary, Why?

How could I forget that Hanna likes photography too? God, I'm so stupid.

“What do you want, Hanna?” I questioned.

“Just to see my dear, sweet friend.”

“We’re not friends anymore, or can you not get that through your thick skull.”

She looked at me with a fake, hurt face, “But you know I have a bigger brain than you.”

“Just because you're in AP, doesn't mean you're way smarter than me.”

“Uh, yeah, it kinda does.”

I rolled my eyes at her pathetic argument. Mrs. Berkley, the photography teacher, speed walked through the doorway. She was five feet and four inches of pure rage, and she was my hero. I've been in her class for about four years now, and somehow I became her favorite student.

“Everyone shut up and sit down!”

Mrs. Berkley’s voice silenced the entire classroom. Hanna disappeared to her seat, thankfully. I picked up my camera and pushed it into the case that sheltered it. This was the final year of photography, so over the summer we needed to take pictures and pick our favorite. I pulled out my folder for the class then pulled out the picture.

The photo was of Nico standing before the horizon while the sun set, and the waves caressed his ankles. It was at a Newport Beach in California, the Listers’ owned a beach house there. Mrs. Berkley was looking at the photos we had, nodding or shaking her head. I was scared of her opinion of my photo, since I worked hard for it, I was still finding sand in unmentionable places. She stood in front of my desk and lifted up the photo. It felt like forever until she placed the photo back onto my desk.

“This is an excellent photo, Hayden! Where did you get the inspiration for such a magnificence,” she questioned, a bright smile spread across her usually stern face.

“Oh, it was just the moment,” I answered.

“Well this is one of the best photos I have ever seen, may I please take it?”

“Sure, I guess.”

I already had a copy hanging in the guest bedroom at the Listers’ house. I felt a death glare stabbing a knife into my head, so I turned around to see Hanna. I turned back around and awaited for Mrs. Berkley to be done with her evaluation. From what I heard Hanna got a decent remark on her photo, but that isn’t my business.

At the end of the day, I was outside waiting for Nico to come outside. I sat on the bench near the front of the school, staring at my phone with my headphones on. Suddenly, I was pushed off of my seat.

“Umph!” I groaned as I fell on the hard, concrete ground.

I turned to see the same guy from this morning, well his back as his friends were all laughing with him. Rolling my eyes, I stand up and dust myself off.

“Dick.” I snarled, but he was too far to hear. Thankfully.

Nico coughed under his breath, causing me to turn around.

“Oh, hi Neeks.” I mumble, scratching the back of my neck.

“Bullying?” He asked.

I slowly nod before picking up my school stuff.

Nico pats my shoulder, giving me a sad smile, “Let's go home.”

“Did you just quote Tokyo Ghoul?”

“.........Maybe.”

We both stared seriously at each other before laughing.

“You're such a weeb!” I chuckled as Nico kept laughing.

That sentence made him stop before staring at me, as if it was a no blinking contest, before saying, “I will be the next hokage.”

He couldn't hold a straight face and neither could I, so we instantly started laughing again.

“God, we're nerds,” he said.

“Well, there's no denying that.”

“Do you wanna spend the night at my house?” He asked.

“Sure! I’ve been waiting for a chance to whoop your ass at Street Fighter again.”

“Dude, you’ve won, like, twice. Chill.”

“I have zero chill,” I said.

“I believe that,” he replied.

We got to his house and went down to the basement, where he kept his game systems. His parents weren’t home yet, so we had the place to ourselves for a while. We threw our bags on a couch that was barely used, then flopped onto bean bag chairs that were placed before the TV. Nico turned the TV on, then the PS4, and we each grabbed a controller with Street Fighter 5 loading on the screen. When it finally loaded, Nico pressed the start button. The character selection screen popped up. Nico chose Charlie and, like the basic bitch I was, I chose Ryu.

After 3 rounds, I won against him.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. You win, I lose.”

I frown and side-hugged Nico, “I wasn't going to say that.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

I snicker a little before hearing footsteps from upstairs. Denise was in her business suit from her real estate job, it was purple today.

“Hi Denise,” I say, giving a small wave.

“Hello Hayden. Hi sweetheart,” she said with a fake sweet tone.

She only said to embarrass Nico, which it worked.

“Mooooooom,” he groaned, pressing his face into my chest.

“Hayden, I'm guessing you're spending the night?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, well we brought dinner, so come upstairs.”

She walked back up the stairs, semi-shutting the door, but that didn't stop Olly, Nico’s black cat, from slipping through though. I chuckled petting the short-haired cat and picking him up. I stood up, still holding the cat, before helping Nico up.

“Let's go, I'm hungry,” I moaned, pulling on his arm.

“Fine,” he replied, standing up.

When he did, Olly leaned toward his owner, which Nico noticed and gently took the cat. We climbed up the stairs, then walk into the kitchen. There we see an….. unexpected sight. It was Mr. and Mrs. Orman, with Dexter, in this house, where I semi live.

“Sorry, I forgot to mention that Orman’s would be eating too,” Denise told us with a tense laugh.

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A/N
Yes, the chapter title is a Heathers: The Musical reference