No Homo ~BXB~ (Book 1)

(4) Getting help.

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NOLAN POV

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I watch as Evan eats his food quietly. He's zoned out, staring at the counter as he chews in a piece of bacon.
"Dude you OK? You seem...lost in thought" I say, sitting beside him. Evan only nods in response and I sigh.
"Evan. Something's up, tell me." I say. He doesn't look at me, but I can see the dust of pink color that covers his pale cheeks when he responds with,
"This times different. Sometimes some things are better handled by different people. I don't think you can help me wo2th this thing.."
"Evan. I can help, just tell me what's wrong." I plea.
He shakes his head.
"Why are you so stubborn today? You're always willing to tell me things "
"But this time is different. I don't even know what's wrong with me at this point." He says.
"Well when you figure it out, I'm here," I say, smiling.

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Evan POV
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I force a smile at him and put my plate in the sink.
Walking out if the kitchen I fall onto the couch with a plop and take out my phone.
I need to text her. I need to figure out a date that I can talk to her. Even if I have to pay her.

EvanBillard: Hey.

_fucking._.heather_: what?

EvanBillard: I need your help.

_fucking._.heather_: why would I help you.

EvanBillard: cause you're a nice person and I'll pay you if I have to..? Please. Just don't he an asshole for one fucking minute? I'm so desperate I've stooped as low as asking you for help.

_fucking._.heather_: whatever.

_fucking._.heather_: 10 bucks. I'll help you. But after that, don't talk to me again. Meet me at merecroft in half an hour. If you aren't there I'm leaving and you lose your chance.

EvanBillard: deal.

I sit up and throw my phone in my pocket.
"I'm going to meet up with someone. I'll talk to you later"  I tell Nolan, who was in the kitchen doing dishes.
He turns the water off and turns to me.
"Who?" He asks.
"Heather. She can help me with my problem.." I say, mumbling the last part.
He cocks an eyebrow as I grab my keys, his eyes following my every movement.
"And I can't?" He asks, obviously offended that I would rather talk to the school reject then him about my issues.
It's not that I don't want to, its that I can't. Imagine how that would go down.
"Hey Nolan, yeah I think I might be gay for you and this morning I woke up and jacked if for you in your bathroom"
Yeah. No thanks.
"It's..more down her ally," I say. Then leave it at that and get in my car to drive to Merecroft.

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As I pull into a parking spot at merecroft I hop out and look around. I see no sign of the brunette anywhere and I begin to think that I may be late and lost my chance.
"Asshat. Over here." A monotone voice says. I look over and see the one and only sitting on some steps beside an ally. She had a smoke between her lips, weed not nicotine as I can smell it from here, and she puts it out as I walk towards her. I stand at the bottom of the steps, looking up at her.
"Heather."
"Evan." She spits. "What's so important that you couldn't just talk to a friend instead of me?" She asks, annoyance lacing her tone as she kicked a pebble away.
"Its more down your ally" I smirk. "Get it? Cause we're in an-"
"I get it, Billard, get to the point," she says.
I sit down beside her, easily giving up on making her laugh.
"I thought you could help me with this issue. My friends wouldn't get it. They're all...homophobic.." I say.
This seems to spike her interest a little as she sits against a wall and crosses her arms.
"Explain." She says.
"You can't tease me OK? Or I don't pay you."
"Why would I tease you? I'm not a complete asshole when it comes to topics like this" she says, her tone of voice seems less harsh than before.
"I'm questioning," I say.
"Questioning what?"
"My sexuality," I say. She leans in.
"As of what? There more then just two sexualities you know." She says. "Its called LGBTQ for a reason."
I nod sheepishly.
"Can you tell me why you're questioning? I can't help you without a little background info" she says, going back into her nonchalant voice.
"Well...I don't know. Lately, I've just been getting really blushy around Nolan.  And..and we've always been close, like brothers almost. Ever since second grade we've shared beds, changed around each other. We've cuddled. And so on. My point is we're really close. We have our little no homo joke that we pull when we do stuff like that though.   Lately, though, I don't know, it been different for me. He hugged me the other day, and I blushed and got that annoying feeling in the pit of my stomach. And uh...shit this is embarrassing. I was kinda happy when he dumped his girlfriend but I don't know why, I shouldn't have been happy...." I trailed off and took a breath. I looked at Heather, whose eyebrows were furrowed in concern and interest.
"I'm sorry. God, I feel like a girl venting to her counselor." I chuckle and she scoffs with the ghost of a smile on her face.
"I know how that feels."
"Anyways. Last night, I was cold. He held me against him to keep me warm..but he was shirtless and at the time I wasn't affected but in the morning..you see where I'm going with this I can tell." I laugh as I see her disgusted expression. She nods.
I look down. "Yeah. I guess I've just been confused is all. I've always only seen him as a brother but now all of a sudden-"
She cuts me off. "You want more."
I nod.
It goes quiet.
"Now to figure it out. You've had an attraction to girls correct?"
I nod.
"Then it's likely you aren't gay." She says and I sigh in relief.
"But you could be bisexual. That's also a thing." She shrugs.
I look up at her in confusion. I know nothing about LGBTQ...
"Bisexual is when a person feels an attraction to both genders. I'm telling you that its a possibility that you could be bisexual, by if the feelings fade then its probably just them stupid hormones." She laughs. I chuckle.
"We should hang out more often. You're pretty cool" I say, thinking that I might finally be seeing the true Heather. The not so tough-
"Nope. Not gonna happen Billard. I helped you, we aren't friends." She says. Grabbing her bag from the ground.
I look at her as she stands and I go to grab out the ten dollars owed.
She shoves my hand away.
"Keep it. If I had known what you needed help with was this serious I wouldn't have priced you. Text me if you have any more questions. I'm out"  she says,  shoving her headphones in and walking off towards the bus stop.
"Thanks for the help, Heather!" I call.
"Whatever, Billard!' She calls back.
I smile, finally having something that I can go off of (even though I'm still very much confused,)  and trot back to my vehicle.