Strings [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 2 - Poorly Poured

[Trevor’s Twisted POV]

Did he just ask me out? Is it me or my days of praying for a boyfriend has finally ended? It’s not that I had no boyfriend since my mom popped me out of this world. But I want a real one. And it’s not that my past boyfriends weren’t real. They were. It’s just their love. Fake. They just played like I was a game.

“So, will you?” he halted my train of thought.

“Whoa there Bartender Boy!”

“The name is Zac, okay?” He interrupted.

“No.”

“Okay then, I’d have to force you into it.”

“Eww.” I gasp. Thinking green thoughts. Stupid me.

“Dirty mind! I like that!” he winked “But I did not mean that.”

“I know. I was just fooling you.”

“About the ‘No’?”

“No. I was serious about that.” I looked down. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you asking me out?”

There was silence. I knew it. He was just playing. If he knew it he would have answered it fast. But no, silence. So yeah he is a player. And I'm not even sure he is gay or bi, let alone liking me.

“No wonder your girlfriend broke up with you.” Damn it! I must keep my fcking thoughts to myself.

“Fag.” He whispered.

“What did you just say?” the whole street could hear me. “Never mind repeating that. Fags are not deaf.”

“So you are one!” he whispered into my ear. “Ow!” he said in pain as he reached the floor. “You didn’t have to push me”

“Oh, I thought you were asleep. Because reality check, you are a fag yourself for hitting on me!” I walked into my car and headed home.

[Zac’s I-don’t-think-Im-gay POV] 

Dang it! I just wanted us to be friends. I think he was cool not until that push. My butt hurts. Did he just think I was asking him out? Like a date? Did I really ask him? I clearly don’t know how to put my thoughts into words. No wonder I got no friends in this filthy town.

“Zac, quit fooling around and get your ass in here!” Kevin shouted across the street.

Dang it again! I forgot I had to look for a replacement for Harry and Finn. Wait, why am I the one searching for a replacement? Oh right, I was a douche for giving out dumb comments to James! Good job, Zac. Insert sarcasm.

“So, did you find anyone?”

“Yes, Kev I did. He is beside me.” I said with an annoyed look.

“What? Where?” Oh dumb Kevin. I just patted his back.

“Loggan! Get on that stage!” James shouted as he pointed on to the small stage on the corner of the filthy bar in this filthy town.

“What? I can’t sing!”

“Zachary Loggan! Now!” he was about to punch me. I dashed onto the stage and tapped the mic.

“You’ve got five minutes to do your rehearsal thing. You did this to yourself.” James went into his office. "I don't care if you sucked! The shame's on you now." He continued.