drugs ; dorbyn

chapter 2

D A N I E L

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"hey daniel." christina says to me. "i saw you met corbyn."

i nod. "he's cute."

"i honestly don't see why your parents sent you to me. you're the best person there is, and being gay is not bad."

"try telling that to my mom." i tell christina. "she hates that i like boys."

"y'know." christina says. "i can set you up with corbyn."

"i already gave him my number." i say. "why's he in here anyways?"

"that's his story." christina says.

"is it because he's gay?"

christina laughs, then stops when she realizes i'm not laughing.

"corbyn isn't gay. he tries to get with me every week. maybe he's bisexual."

"have you ever 'got with him'?" i ask, a little curious now. i was mad that corbyn lied to me. why would he?

"once. but that's a different story for another time."

"but i want to hear it now." i beg.

"okay fine. we were going over his dru- problem, and we ended up kissing. but our time limit ended before anything happened so i'm thankful for that."

"yeah. are his lips soft?"

"very. and he can defiantly make out."

"he's my kind of man."

"ooh. get it daniel."

and she's supposed to be making me not gay.

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"hey mom." i say as i walk into the house.

"how'd it go?" she asks from the kitchen. i sit down at the island. i still love her, even if she doesn't accept me.

"i'm finding boys less and less attractive every day." i lie.

"good! now will you help me make dinner?"

my phone buzzed, and i quickly look at it.

random number : hey :) it's corbyn

"um actually. i've got homework." i say, then quickly make my way up to my room. i lay down on my bed and make corbyn a contact, then text him back.

daniel : hey ;)

corbyn : we should hang sometime. my siblings don't like me around :/

daniel : absolutely. meet me at in and out around 9 tonight. my parents can't know i'm going to meet a boy.

corbyn : k ;)

i set my phone down and decide to actually do my homework.

•••

"daniel! dinner!" my dad yells up the stairs, causing me to quickly slide my journal into my desk and run downstairs.

i sit down at my normal spot and serve myself the food my mom made. she's an amazing cook, so i happily eat her delicious meal.

"so daniel," dad says. "how was therapy?"

"good." i say. "christina set me up with this girl names cassie. we're meeting up tonight at in and out."

"ooh! why's she like?" mom asks.

"well she has beautiful blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. she's one of christina's friends."

honestly, i'm surprise i'm lying so good. i'm not that good a lying at all.

"i bet you can't wait!" anna tells me.

"i can't!" i say, imagining how amazing meeting up with corbyn is going to be.

"do you think you'll bring her home?" dad asks, causing me to almost choke on my pasta.

"ye-yeah! of course!" i say. i cough a little and quickly excuse myself from the table.

i walk to my room and instantly start texting corbyn, explaining to him what i'd just told my parents.

daniel : so my parents think ur a girl named cassie that christina set me up with :)

corbyn : alright cool.

corbyn : but imma have to reschedule :(

daniel : what why?

corbyn : personal issues.

daniel : oh.

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this is bad. oh well :)