Secrets (NAJ Freshpaper)ON HIATUS

Chapter 6- Gay panic (Changes pt.2)

Warning: cuss words

Fresh was forced into the very back by Bunny. He practically fell into the seat, smiling. Today was going to be good.

Bunny smushed herself next to Fresh, cramming him against the window. "My boyfriend's gonna sit with us, you don't mind, do you?" Fresh shook his head a no. "Well I haven't seen you on the bus or at school! Is this your first day?" Fresh shook his head a no again. "You are awfully quiet."

"My leg hurts from tripping over the bench," he says quietly, his voice drowned out by everyone's screaming. Fresh held onto Paige tightly. Bunny looked down on him, staring at the plushy Fresh held tightly. She snatched it from him, making Fresh whimper and frown.

"My boyfriend said one of his friends tore up a plushy zebra," she noted before giving it back, noticing the tears in his eyes. She suddenly pulled Fresh into a tight hug, forcing his face into her chest. Fresh surprisingly didn't blush, even though she was very busty. One, she had a boyfriend, and two, he was gay.

"You are really cute y'know."

Fresh reeled backwards at that, the usual glare slapping back onto his face. "I am not cute!" Fresh snapped, growling. Oh, how much he hated being called cute! He tried being threatening, he really did, but no one took him seriously from his baby face and shortness.

Bunny giggles, petting his head. Fresh nearly bit her, glaring so hard that if looks could kill Bunny would be dead in her after life.

Bunny smiles. "You're even cuter when your angry,-"

"Well then I'm about to get reeallyy fuckin' adorable!" Fresh snaps just as he was hugged tightly again and forded into her bust again. "MMMMNNNNNFFFFF!" Fresh scream in frustration, trying to get out just as the bus let out a screeee and skirted to a stop.

"Oh look there's my boyfriend!" Fresh desperately tried to look up, letting out a strained whimper. Her boyfriend could be literally anyone for fucks sake, and he wouldn't know. Bunny pressed closer to Fresh as another person was smashed into the seat, cramming Fresh against against the window. "Heyyy babyyyy!"

She finally let Fresh go and Fresh's head snapped up so quickly it was surprising his neck didn't break. PaperJam. Fresh instantly shrank back, his eyes widening and pupils shrinking. Another whimper escaped his throat. 'Don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry,' Was the only thing that was in his head, repeating over and over. He finally tore his eyes away from the taller once he realized he had been staring.

PaperJam merely looked at him, raising an eyebrow. It felt like the taller could smell Fresh's fear, which wasn't a pleasant feeling.

"Yo," he said, his deep voice not revealing any emotion he might've been feeling. His gaze scanned Fresh intensely, clear making the smaller shrink back even more. "Who's new guy?"

"Fresh. Ya seen 'im before, baby? He said this wasn't his first day, though I doubt that, never seen 'im before today," Bunny said. He

PaperJam snuck his hand under Fresh chin, forcing him to look up at him. Fresh squeezed his eyes shut and tried looking away. He obviously couldn't, however, because of Pj's hand holding his chin tightly, almost painful. PaperJam stared at him, seemingly studying his features. Fresh whimpers. Personal space? Jesus if this was how he met everybody, he was surprised he hadn't got a good 'n' hearty punch to the socket.

"Um, please stop checking me out. I don't feel like having a gay panic right now. And your girlfriend's right beside you, if you 'aven't noticed," Fresh commented, making the taller skeleton blush intensely and pull away immediately. Bunny snorted with amusement.

"I wasn't ch-checking you out! I'm not gay!" PaperJam said quickly.

"Yeah, well I am. So if I hadn't asked you ever so politely to stop checking me out, I might've just assumed your gay," Fresh says, rolling his eyes. "Also some people like having personal space." PaperJam opened his mouth to speak but Fresh cut him off. "I know, it's insane."

PaperJam huffed leaning against the seat with his arms crossed and a pouty expression, which made Fresh laugh. "Shut up," he whined. The bus pulled into the bus ramp.

(Happy 4th of July! Or, day after 4th of July I guess. And I was wondering, should I change the name of this book to Secrets? Lemme know what you think in the comments!)