Welcome to Gay Heaven

is this gay heaven?

The clouds drift slowly above me, going with the flow of life just like me. I wonder if that's why clouds always end up crying. It's pretty frustrating, feeling almost stuck moving through life like a snail on a race track. I'd give anything to change my life, to escape this boring world. "Connor! You're going to be late!"

I snap out of my fantasy. I see light brown curls, light blue eyes, and freckles. Yep, it's my friend alright. He stands over me with his arms crossed. "Sorry, I was zoning out."

"Yeah I know, you do that all the time. Now, hurry up, we have to get to class. Last time we were late the professor verbally attacked us, and I cried. I'm not going through that again."

I sigh and scratch my head. "Why can't you just go there without me?"

He pouts. "I'm not leaving you, just hurry up."

I smile at him. "You complain about me, but you won't go without me. That's a little suspicious."

He blushes and turns his face. He thinks that he can hide his attraction to me this way, but he's very wrong. This is my best friend and roommate, Callisto, who I just met here in college this year a few months ago. He's my gay best friend, well I'm gay too, but still. I know that he likes me more than that, but I'm not really interested in becoming more than friends. It's nothing against him, I think we make great friends and I don't want that to change.

"If I leave, then you won't go to class, and then you'll end up failing!" Callisto shouts.

"Why do you care such much about me?" I think I know the answer to my own question, but I doubt he'll answer with the truth.

"Because you're my roommate! Roommates should look out for each other and if you're failing then that makes me look bad," he lies.

I let out a heavy sigh. "I could rebut that, but I'll just let it go before you go all crazy."

"I-I don't get crazy!" he pouts.

I smile deviously. "You're like a honey badger, you take on anything aggressively even though you're not very strong."

"I am strong! Just not physically," he states. Callisto is short, and thin, basically a fragile little boy. He doesn't look like a college student, so sometimes I feel the need to protect him. I told him that I'll be his bodyguard, which is where I think his crush on me started.

"Just come work out with me and then you will be," I smirk.

"Pass! A gay such as myself would never."

I shake my head and sigh. "I'm gay and I love working out."

"Because you're a top," he responds.

"You don't know that."

"Yeah I do, buuuuut that's why we have chemistry. They say opposites attract."

I roll my eyes. "Callisto, why don't you find yourself a top then?"

"I'm working on it right now," he smiles. I think he thinks he's subtly dropping hints, but the hints have been major since the beginning.

"You're ridiculous."

Callisto chuckles and then takes my hand. "Let's just get to class, you can escort me!"

"How wonderful for me," I sigh, and take out a small mirror from my pocket. I check to see if I look decent, observing every facial feature. My dark chocolate curls are a little messy, but it's passable. I stare at my hazel eyes, which are bright in the sunlight. There's a faded scar below my right eye that I got when a dog attacked me. Callisto says that the scar makes me more attractive, but I think it's ugly and I wish it could just disappear.