Writing prompt answers

God Fearing Gay Teen

Hey! Here's a stupid thing I thought of while I was forced into church today by my mother. Also, thank you for 100 reads, I'm surprised anyone even clicked on this.

Okay, it's wrong. Fine! It's awful, but I can't help it. It isn't like I can control the fact that when he smiles I feel like I've been personally blessed or the fact that I know God was in a good mood when he was created.

His name is Danny. And he goes to my church, and I have an Eiffel Tower-sized crush on him. He's 15, honey-skinned and flawless. He has the most gorgeous chocolate eyes and a smile that makes me start to unravel every time I see it. He has the domestic-bad boy look I pine after, the leather jacket biker boots paired with shaggy hair and dimples. He's the kind of person that has his ears pierced and a tattoo on the back of his neck but is still soft enough to help a crying child and help out at a fundraiser for a club he's never heard of. His hands are always weighed heavy with thick, steel rings, but when asked he'll braid your hair with a smile.

He's perfect, in every single possible way I can imagine, except for one thing. He's gay.

Which shouldn't be a problem, in fact, it should make him the most perfect person I've ever seen, because I too am a gay teenager. However, as I've already pointed out, he goes to my church. Where people like pray to God and where they teach you it's like the ultimate sin to be gay. which I get, blah blah blah, Adam and Eve and the apple and all that jazz, I honestly couldn't care less about that stuff. It's the fact that Danny is perfect, gay, and beautiful, but I only see him when I'm at church. I'm there when he gets dropped off and when he gets picked up, by his boyfriend. Which is how I know he's gay (or bi) (but I'm pretty sure he's gay) (when girls try to hit on him I'm pretty sure he throws up in his mouth a little).

But basically he's the best part of my Sunday so even though it's wrong and I know it's wrong and the Lord will probably sacrifice my soul to the devil because it's so wrong, I can't really bring myself to care.

It was cold and my hands were numb because I had forgotten to wear gloves that day and I was leaning against a white column waiting for mass to start.
"Hi."
My head turned and I was met with chocolate brown eyes and dimples and fuck it's Danny.
"Hello." I desperately tried to keep my voice steady and my heart from exploding.
"Wow. So formal. Name's Danny."
"I know." What the fuck is wrong with me. I sound like a goddamn stalker!
"Oh? I should probably find that creepy but you're cute. I have a cute stalker." I felt warmth attack my cheeks, even through the coldness. He looked straight ahead towards were the road was.
"Don't you have a boyfriend?" He chuckled, still looked away from me.
"Guess you are a stalker. And yes, I do."
"Then why are you flirting with me?" I paused. "In front of a church." He laughed that stupid laugh again. The one that made the butterflies in my stomach beat against my chest.
"Figured the man upstairs wouldn't mind. Also Samuel and I are in a tough spot right now. And you're cute." He said his boyfriend's name mockingly, like a joke he didn't like.
"You should stop calling me that." He looked at me. "And you should stop flirting with me, even if you and you boyfriend aren't on speaking terms right now." I thought he would give it up, I didn't want to be caught flirting with him when his boyfriend showed up, but all I got was a perfect, beautiful, annoying, smirk.
"Hm. I'll think about it."
"I mean, I'm not complaining, but I don't wanna get beat up by your boyfriend so I would appreciate if you did think about it." Keep it together. Keep it together. Keep it together.

He shifted from where he was standing, and t was probably my imagination but it seemed like he shifted closer to me.
"Don't worry. I'll protect you. I promise."
I could get used to this. I liked the attention. Although I hadn't earned it at all.
"Hmm." I checked my phone. "Mass is starting. You better not flirt with me while we're in there. God scares me more than your boyfriend." He pushes himself off the pillar as did I. We started towards the doors.
"No promises. But I won't tell my boyfriend."
"Promise. I really don't wanna get beat up."
"Promise, stalker."