The homosexual diary of Adam Lewis (#1) (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Eight

Diary,

I gots a boyfriend, I gots a boyfriend.... lalalalalalalaaaaa I am so happy! YIPPEE!

Unfortunately, it's not Matty buut someone else who is just as hot! (Okay, so that's a total lie. No one is hotter than Matty, but this guy isn't too bad looking... he buys me things SMILEY FACEE!)

His name is Nathan and he's 21.

Hey, don't look at me like that! It's only 3 years difference!

But ohh was Matty furious! 'He's too old for you! He looks like a hobo! He doesn't have a job!' and when I corrected him about the job thing... 'oh... well... I doubt it's a very good one!'

Heh, jerkbag.

~Adam.

“Break up with him,” Matty ordered. “While you're under my room, I'm responsible for you!”

“Then I'll go live with EVIE!”

“You aren't going to live with Evie,” Matty frowned. “I'm looking out for your well being here.”

“And I'm looking out for yours. But when I told you that Chloe is a gold digging slut, you snorted, snorted at me!”

“You're over reacting,” He groaned, and as a second thought, said, “And don't call my fiancee a whore.”

“Actually, I called her a slut, and you didn't deny the gold digging part.”

“Aren't you doing a little bit of gold digging with your new boyfriend?”

“Hey, just because he buys me things, doesn't mean I'm a gold digger. I don't ask for them, he just gives them to me,” I huffed.

“Well... then he's using you.”

“How?” I asked.

“Buying you pretty things to gain your trust. He looks the type who wants nothing but sex,” He replied.

“Maybe I want nothing but sex,” I replied stiffly.

Matty stared and stared and stared and.... stared and stared and stared.... UNTIL! He looked horrified. “B-but you're a virgin!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Matty,” I replied mournfully.

“But-”

“I'll tell you what,” I replied thoughtfully, stroking my non-existent beard. “I'll break up with Nathan if you end things with Chloe.”

“What the hell would you gain from that?!”

“The knowledge that I saved my dear Uncle from living a miserable life with a gold digging wife,” I replied. “You might save yourself from a few gray hairs.”

“But-”

“That's my deal,” I sung, skipping to the door. “Think about it. For now, I have a date!”