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

Chapter Eighteen

Only a few chapters left!

xXx

Hugo,

Quite a bit has happened since we last spoke. I’ve graduated High School- Yes, GASPSHOCKHORROR! I managed to pass all my exams! Go me. Heh.

My dad has started dating again (what a surprise) and she’s old enough to be my sister (again, how shocking) and Mum’s whoring herself around with her younger lays (really, you can’t really be surprised at this point) and I’m pregnant!

…. Yeah, okay so maybe Mpreg doesn’t exist. It’d be funny though, ay? But imagine me pregnant… that would be funny.

So anyway, the lovely Evie and Evan are going strong (although she still claims to be asexual. Sigh) and are thinking about getting a place together. Evie asked if I wanted to move in with them, but I’m not sure whether I want to live with a couple who does it every night when I’m not getting any. Then again, I’m not getting any here with Matty, either.

Stupid closeted bastard!

~Adam.

I sat on the couch sulking while Matty was out. He was late. He should have finished work two hours ago, yet he isn’t home. I’m not one to sound clingy or anything (especially since we aren’t dating) but he should be home!

I was hungry. With a pout, I picked up the phone and called him. He answered after a few rings. “Hello?”

“Hi Matty. Where are you?” I asked.

“Where? I’m uh-” I heard music and laughter.

Female laughter. I frowned. “Sorry?”

“I’m at the pub. I ran into a few friends from High School and-”

“Whatever. Have fun,” I snapped and hung up. Matty was on a date.

Stuff him. I don’t want anything to do with him! I stormed off to my room to sulk under the bed covers.

There was a knock on my door maybe an hour later. I ignored it.

There was a sigh and a squeak as the door was opened. “Hey Adam, get up. I have Chinese.”

“I’m not hungry.”

He sighed and sat on the side of my bed. “Look, I’m sorry for not calling to say I was going to be late, but you aren’t exactly the boss of me. I can do what I like.”

“I told you that I don’t care. You can go out drinking with your girlfriend’s whenever you like,” I snapped, pulling the blanket tighter.

He groaned. “Is this what you’re mad about? Really?”

“Yes.”

“Look, I’m not dating anyone and I’m especially not dating you so you have no right to tell me who I can or can’t see,” He snapped.

“I’m doing nothing of the sort!” I yelled and sat up, pulling the blankets off my head. “I’m jealous, yes but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that fact that you’re leading me on! That’s what I’m so upset about!”

“I… what?” He asked in confusion. “How am I leading you on?”

“When I kiss you, you always kiss back and you always blush when seeing me and it’s just mixed signals and it’s depressing because sometimes I think I might actually have a chance and then you do something to completely throw me off, like having drinks with women! What am I supposed to do?!” I then started crying and Matty began panicking, trying to calm me down.

“Please stop crying! You know I can’t handle crying. Why… why don’t we eat the take-out I brought and then we’ll discuss the situation,” He suggested.

I sniffled and looked at him. “R-really? No distractions or avoiding?”

“No distractions and I won’t avoid the topic,” He promised.

I rubbed my eyes and nodded, following him out of the room. When he wasn’t looking, I grinned. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt, it’s that crying gets you whatever you like.

And I’m going to get me some Matty tonight, even if I have to beg.