Thank God You're Gay!

Chapter 13:

Hello again, my friends! Oddly, posting a sneak peak gave me the drive to finish chapter 13. so here it is.

Oh and here is also a photo of Alex wearing glasses. I'll post a photo of aa shirtless Damien next chapter, okay? ;)

Alex's POV:

"Welcome to Burgermeister! How can I help you?"  I spoke to my customers, holding my little notebook, ready to write down their order, not even looking at them.

It took them a while to decide what they wanted to have. They were a small family of mom, dad and a little daughter, maybe like four or five years old? I don't know. They looked so happy and eager ordering their food. It's weird how some people's positive attitudes could affect mine. Although it'd been a long day, I felt kinda nice just because they were happy with their little family. I even felt a teeny tiny bit of jealousy in my heart, not gonna lie. It's just that their happiness was kinda like a reminder of how miserable I was, both emotionally and physically.

Ugh... I should really stop being a bitter bitch. I thought to myself.

"Okay. Your order is coming right up." I tried to fake a genuine smile. FAILED.

I gave the customer's order to the kitchen and quickly went to another table to take their orders.

So, yeah, I worked at Burgermeister then. It'd been, like, a month or so since my breakdown at school. Now that I think about it, it's not really that big of a deal and I just feel embarrassed 'cuz I was being such a pussy. Well, my mom disowning me was a big deal but every other one finding out about me being gay wasn't a big deal. I thought it was going to be AWFUL. I thought everyone would hate me and, just, beat the living shit out of me. But, honestly, it's not that bad. Most kids in school didn't even give a shiznit about my gayness. Some kids tried to be supportive, only a few though. And some other kids said things like I should have gone to hell or I was devil's work or I would be punished because of my gayness, etc... Ya know? Shits like that. But it's okay. Honestly, I didn't take those words seriously. I mean, haters gon' hate, right?

Sophie had been really supportive. Every day she would ask me how I felt and if I needed to take the day off. She'd been inviting me to her house and stay for the night. She said that her parents were really supportive and open-minded and they just loved the gays so I had nothing to worry about. Lucky her. But, of course, I refused. I just... I felt like I needed some time alone now and, honestly, I didn't feel like I could trust anyone but myself from then on. I was sure Sophie's intentions are good but... I just wasn't sure.

And Mia. She'd been apologizing for forever. This one, particularly, I didn't trust. I didn't know if she spilled the beans intentionally or accidentally but I just didn't trust her, or the Sanders generally, not anymore. Damien ran after me when I ran away after finding out that Mia was the one who indirectly let everyone know about my true orientation. So basically after he had caught up with me, we talked a little and we kinda had a little fight and things got a little physical and, oh and David was there, and now we don't talk to each other but... Yeah, everything's fine.

Um... David, like Sophie, was also very supportive. He helped me so much with all of the madness. He even got me this job. I seriously could not ask for a better friend. And he was still waiting for me to... return his feelings but I was still just... pausing it. Cuz' ya know, it's not a good time. And he got it.

"Here's your food. Enjoy your meal!" I said with a smile, putting all the plates of food down in front of their faces.

The little daughter seemed so overwhelmed of all the food. She mouthed 'wow', staring at plates after plates of food though they weren't that fancy. I guess that's kinda cute... and kinda weird.