Bent straight

Introducing Joe

Dear diary,

My first entry I will start by introducing myself, I'm joe or Joseph whatever you prefer. last name is miller but thats not important. Basic facts on me , well my favourite class at school is art , I take time in my appearance , I'm well known in school and I am infact gay. I have no partner but I'm not some lustful monster and this year is the last year for me in secondary, new beginning equals a new ending for me.

My best friends are all guys , starting off with Christopher. well Christopher and I have been best mates since first year and he has helped me through basically everything and this year he has been elected head boy.

Reece he is a bit of a prick but some laugh and gets all the ladies 😉 and kills it when it comes to a dance floor in some club that we will always find ourselves every Friday night.

Jack is the more quieter one but he cracks me up whenever he speaks and he is surprisingly good at rapping.

All my friends and I are in the top classes for everything , all smart in our own ways and all completely different, and all a little bit big headed. We get that from being popular in school and our upbringings, however, I refuse to believe my mum and dad have anything to do with my personality simply because they have had trouble accepting the fact that I am BENT but they haven't uttered a word against it they just pray more.

Now that you know the basics in my life and that it's midnight Im ending this entry only to write another one tomorrow I guess. -Joe :))

DAY OF : (Friday 19/10/14)

So I closed over my new diary that I had recently purchased in a vintage store , some magnetic force was pulling me towards it ever since I seen it in the shop window , the pages are a golden brown colour and the cover is a rich hazel looking leather holder that keeps all the pages nice and firm. I know it's odd for a guy to own a diary but it's a tradition I guess , ever since I was about 6 I wrote stories , songs ,diaries etc.. Even tho I am nearly 19 this tradition hasn't failed to stick with me, of-course no one knows about them , they are all safely piled up under my bed in a dr. Marten shoe box.

It was getting late and I had no plans, the boredom was slowly killing me, I had already bet my candy crush score 7 times tonight I could only hope it wouldn't progress to the 8th time. And that's when I heard a bleap. My phones screen lit up and so did my face, I read the first few words of the text "party at Kevs" and I was already shoving on my other boot, and by the time I had read the whole message "party at Kevs, you interested? There's loads of chicks ad guys for that matter ?" I was then staring at my floppy over grown mop. I clenched my into a bobble at the top of my head , strained it to the back and pushed the loose strands out of my eyes, man was I looking goood.

Slapped the £5 into the taxi drivers hand and slammed the door behind me , I pulled a straight face and slightly squinted my eyes and pouted my lips this was the "I'm ready to have some fun" look. The street was quiet and unusually quiet I had almost thought I was at the wrong house until the door opened to reveal a drunken couple eating the face off one another. my stomach turned but yet I still chose to proceed, familiar faces came into my view all my pals chatting to way to easy girls and no adults older than 20 where in site. The music was banging through the house , the floor even shook and it was impossible to think but then again that was the aim , not to think instead to just do . And that's what the people did.

I found myself talking to a group of girls all highly talkative and all extremely drunk , they were a great laugh but too touchy freely for my liking , one even tried to take my jacket off and I was warm don't get me wrong but I kept It on just to make a point. A little less than 15 minutes of talking until they found out I was into guys and their faces seemed gutted for a moment until they assumed they could be my best friend , at that moment I began to panic they where doing my head in and I was beginning to stutter a reason of why I couldn't talk to them , and they surprisingly left me alone.

I slumped down on the couch and had already had to much to drink, I was sweating and these damn skinny jeans wernt doing me a favour either. I forgot why I had even decided to come here, party's sound great untill your actually there and all you want to do is e back in your comfy bed, with a swish of my hair and a turn of my neck I seen a guy, my age? Nice looking? Stubled chin, a sharp jawbone , pristine white teeth, a huge smile . WOW.