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Homophobia

Warnings: fear, homophobia, death

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This chapter was written by:

A_Writer_in_Sweaters

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NOAH

I wake up and I feel really cold. Is it always this cold? I turned the AC off before I went to sleep. It's currently 6:15 in the morning, and I'm cold. There really isn't a point of going back to sleep now anyway. I get up, miscalculating my ability to stand up, and nearly stumbled and stub my toe against my bed frame. Again.

I grab a hoodie that is apparently too big for me and spend approximately 30 seconds wondering why before I realize it's my boyfriend's (Connor). I keep it on. I walk out of my bedroom and into the living room. Sunlight bursts from the windows and I curse the sun for blinding my eyes.

Just a normal Sunday morning.

I make myself some green tea and toaster-cooked waffles, and I sit down on the sofa, scrolling through my phone. I text Connor good morning, not expecting him to reply back so quick. He replied morning with a little heart emoji.

My God he makes me crazy.

I text him back, asking if he wanted to facetime with me. He replied sure, so I called him. He immediately picks up. "Heyyyyyyyy," I say, looking at him. He's still in bed, hugging his pillow and smiling at me. "What's up Noah? Are you wearing my hoodie?" He asks. "Yep. It's cold in here. How's college going?" We don't live together since we met after he got into college, and he already set up a dorm and such. I might ask him about it later though.

"It's going. I have no classes and no homework today so I'm chilling. I was going to sleep in until 4. PM, to be more precise." He said. "Sorry to ruin that for you. But hey, I don't have any shifts at the library today, and I'm dying to go out somewhere. Wanna make it a date?" I play with one of the strings of his hoodie. "Hell yeah. Let me just get dressed and freshen up a bit. Meet me at the cafe? Around 12?" He asks. "It's a date." I hang up and run to go take a shower and get dressed.

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CONNOR

He hangs up and I honestly think it's a little pathetic to want to call him and see him again. I mean, that's clingy. I'm not clingy and annoying, I swear, but he just makes me really happy. Like, really fucking happy. Would I admit it to him right now? No. Will I admit in my head every time I see him? Fuck yes.

So now I'm seeing him at the cafe at 12, and it's weird because we just saw each other two days ago, and we text and talk any moment we can, but I still feel butterflies. I want my life to better, and I want the days to feel longer and brighter, and I think I really can if I'm with him.

I grab some black jeans and a large gray sweater. I look in my mirror, play with my hair, put some black earrings in, and put my hair up in a small loose bun. I have long hair and I honestly prefer it, but I love short hair on Noah. As I'm debating whether I look alright in the mirror, my roommate walks in.

"Hey, Connor. You hanging out with Noah today? You got that "falling in love" glow all over you." He teased. "Fuck off, Brandon," I said, grabbing a pair of converse and putting them on. "Look, it's ok to feel embarrassed. But you honestly shouldn't. When you first came in you ate only gummy bears and ramen, and had weekly appointments with your therapist that you would miss, then later regret. You've gotten better." He said, grabbing a book of our one little bookshelf. "Yeah, I know," I said, probably smiling like a dork. "See ya, Brandon."