I stepped into the theater, and the auditions were about to begin. Suddenly red-headed, big green eyes and the big breasted woman runs right into me! She had on hippy clothes, clearly bought from a thrift store or some sort of up cycled trash. Regardless if I was straight she'd probably be on the top of my list for girls I'd have sex with. Good thing I'm gay.Thanks to my seventh-grade history teacher... literally the sexiest man alive!
I sat down in the fifth row after I helped pick up papers from the whole crash with the teacher. Next to me was this curly haired female, white and flushed with light rosy-cheeks. And 10 seats away from me I couldn't help but notice the hottest guy in the world. Which gave me butterflies in my stomach. I have never seen someone cuter in my life just the idea of him is...WOW!
Right, when I was about to go sit by him the curly headed girl thought it was a fucking perfect time to introduce myself. "Hi, my name is Aurora"! Hi, Aurora I'm gay! Is what I wanted to say but, I didn't have the balls. I say hi. Aurora then proceeded to go on about her life... like I asked! I don't care. Who knew she'd actually become my best friend.Auditions ended, and I was determined to figure out the boy's name. I walked towards him and He said he enjoyed my audition piece and I said what's your name. He said "Charlie Glencoe". My heart explodes and I go home with a smile on my face.
Charlie...What an overused name but...Glencoe! So untouched and so perfect! I like the name, I like his looks, and I like him. Maybe coming out wouldn't be the worst thing... Maybe it will free me from this cage of lies I built around myself.
I sit in bed and get hard at just the thought of him. I think I'm too deep in the closet, however, to come out. Why do gay people need to even come out can't they just be whoever they want to be. And can't people have just a good gaydar next time, Jesus! The Coming out ordeal seems frustrating and overwhelming.
As I'm about to go to sleep I hear a siren, screams, I don't know why but it helps me sleep more. The next morning when I woke I check my notifications. There has been a murder...
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