"isnt your name seymour? ive seen you in mr. parsons art class." a boy, who looks a year or two younger than me, asks. i nod and feel like im getting smaller as my face gets hotter. he just smiles, saying "see you around!" before leaving.
he has been my crush since the first day of my art class. he has short, soft looking brown hair and pretty blue eyes that i get lost in every time we look at each other. he's so handsome. which is the opposite of me.
i have ugly, super curly orange hair that is a bit shorter than his, i have ugly orange freckles all over my face, and weird green eyes. i always have baggy t-shirts over black sweaters and ripped jeans on. and a pair of very old nike high-tops ive worn since my second to last year of high-school because i havent grown in forever and ill probably be 5'7" for the rest of my life. but sometimes i have flannels on. sometimes i dont.
he is also named richie. he is single and he always wears long sleeves even in 100° weather. its cute. he also wears skinny jeans a lot. he's 5'3" and 17 years old. im 18.
the bad thing is... im in a relationship with someone who doesnt know im gay. ive never wanted to tell her because i know she would deny it and tell me to go to church and cleanse my body of sins. she would also throw bibles at me. she's a jesus freak.
"SEYMOUR! GET IN THE CAR NOW!" my girlfriend, riley, shouts. she is very rude too. especially to me. "AND HURRY, WE HAVE PLACES TO GO!"
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a/n: hello, welcome to this songfic. its about the song sry seymour by richie woods.
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Random"isnt your name seymour? ive seen you in mr. parsons art class." a boy, who looks a year or two younger than me, asks. i nod and feel like im getting smaller as my face gets hotter. - this is the story of seymour venta. he's 19 and only goes to his...
