The Untold Dream

Part One: ALAN

ALAN: Okay, so I don't want to be cliche and shit, but this starts at a college party. During the past week, some time ago that I can't fucking remember, my girl, Daniella, and I were invited to a party at Josh's house. Josh is your everyday fuckboy jock from every teenage girl's love life, so you can assume what the party must be like; alcohol, marijuana clouds, and hip-hop music that all sounds the fucking same. Anywho, Daniella and I were sitting on the couch, probably high as fuck, when her obsession... I mean crush... Julia walked by.

DANIELLA: Goddamn, she's so fucking hot.

ALAN: She literally looks like every bitch as this party, no lie.

DANIELLA: Alan... fuck off.

Alan shrugs and Daniella flips him off. They tend to do that a lot, you know... fight, because they're sort of childish but mainly due to how close they are.

ALAN: Actually, we're not that close. You see, Daniella is that type of lesbian that like scares you. Why? No clue, she actually isn't that scary. She's like the lesbian version of a twink with the traits of a dom guy. When I first met her, my first impression was: This bitch stank like fish. Ha, just kidding, that was a lesbian joke. My real first impression was: she's probably fake as fuck, no lie.

DANIELLA: Well, I'll see you later.

Alan smiles at her and nods. Daniella stands up and follows behind Julia.

ALAN: See, fake as fuck. Anyways, as we all don't know... I'm gay. I love dick and getting it, but if there is one thing I like more than a sketchy down low hookup with dom top daddies from Grindr, it's this boy from school.

Across the room, Oscar, with his group of friends, enters the party. He and his friends all laugh and smile about God knows what.

ALAN: That boy; him right there. He may look like your average fuckboy, you know: fake perm, perfect teeth, nice outfits, some very attractive cologne. Oh jeez, I'm about to jizz myself. Kidding, but like I know how his look has fuckboy written all over it, but from what I can tell the last time we talked, he's a kind gentle soul.

THE LAST TIME WE TALKED...

Alan walks by Oscar in the school hallway.

OSCAR: Sup.

ALAN: Hi.

They continue walking.

BACK TO THE PARTY...

ALAN: Okay, maybe I'm a bit dramatic, but he seems nice. But as much as I'd love to go kiss the fuck out of him... I'm in the closet and he's straight. Yes, yes, you heard that right: I'm in the closet. I'd love to come out, but in this town, that would be damn near a death sentence. Social suicide. I don't want to end my life, well, I do... but in terms of my social life, I don't want to end that. Like, honestly, not even Daniella knows. Usually, when we talk about sex and shit, I just pretend to find girls I'd fuck. So we have a conversation about all the "sexy" girls. Girls aren't sexy. Guys, on the other hand, they have the abs, the biceps, the dick.

Alan gets up off the couch and heads for the front door. Pushing through the crowd of his peers, he finally reaches the exit.

A FEW MOMENTS LATER...

Alan walks alone down the street. The only things making the sidewalk visible is the faint streetlights. Alan pulls out his phone and opens the Grindr app.

ALAN: I know what you're thinking: ew, Alan is a whore. Well, that's half-true. I don't fuck because I enjoy it, I fuck... well, because... I shouldn't say it never mind.