Homo Is Gay

Stoners and Huggers

"Well, I need a shower now." Frank says, letting me go and getting up, heading towards the bathroom after he grabs some random cloths. I look away so I don't watch his ass as he walks away from me. My family wouldn't love me anymore if I turned gay, which I don't see why, but I suppose it's life. Though, I will never honestly understand why sexuality has to change the way you love someone, and your own fucking child at that. I mean, the bible has been translated thousands of fucking times so if you wanna get technical about it, you could in fact actually be following something some bitch said rather then Gods word. Now, i'm not saying that EVERYTHING in the bible is just some random ass dudes words and not Gods, no, i'm saying that a good percentage of it was probably just thrown in there or taken out, but who am I to say? I'm just some lowly bitch who doesn't give a fuck about what the bible or anyone else has to say. Other then my family, that is. I can't lose them. I won't lose them. Their all I have, all I will ever need. After all, at the end of the day, it's family who has your back, and in my life, that's exactly what I need. 

My thoughts are cut off by the sound of music blasting. I recognize the song playing. Whore by In This Moment, and can I just say, that shit is SO fucking accurate when it comes to Frank. A few moments pass by and it's over, but before I know it, the next song is playing. However, this time, I don't know the song, but it's obviously techno music. I like it. I'm definitely gonna need to ask him what this song is later. After a minute or two, the next song comes on. I know it. Piece Of Shit by Cemetery Sun. Nice one. Without noticing, my head starts bopping along with the music and I start singing the lyrics, but the song eventually ends and the next one starts playing. Though, this time the song is Fake Love, but it's by the same band. Sweet. I must say, he has one hell of a good taste in music. This is obviously another accurate ass song when it comes to Frank. How convenient. I definitely know the song that is now playing. Casual Sex by My Darkest Days. Yes. Please. Lemme tell you, when your heart gets broken and you find a fine ass fuck buddy, this song becomes the shit. Without delay, my ass is up dancing and swinging and head banging all around our room as I sing the lyrics and live in the moment with absolutely no fucks given. Not a thought in my head, just me alone in this room, happy as hell and content with jamming out to this song. Everything seems to stop when I accidentally knock over a lamp with my foot. Apparently I have a longer leg then I thought. It was probably just the force though, to be honest. 

The shower stops and the realization sets in. Quickly, I get on my knees, picking up the glass, being as careful and cautious as possible. Getting up, I throw away the glass in the small trash can over by the mini fridge on the counter. When I turn around, I see Frank standing in the door way of the bathroom with a confused expression on his face. I feel my face get red hot. Great. "What happened?" Frank inquires, concern lacing his voice. "Oh, uh, well, I might of gotten into the moment and knocked the lamp over..." I try to avoid eye contact but my eyes fail me and fall to his towel that's rapped around his waist and, not even a second later, I feel my mouth slightly fall agape. My body freezes; I have no control. My eyes are stuck on his waist, I am unable to move them. For what feels like an eternity, we sit there, me looking at his waist and all the beauty that comes along with that, and him, watching me as I stare at his waist. 

He swiftly starts walking towards me, forcing me to look up, into his eyes, but my body is still frozen in place. I'm like a statue that has eyes, where I can't move my body, but my eyes can see everything. Stopping in front of me, Frank lightly places his left hand on my hip, just barely touching me and leans into my body, oh so gently, locking eyes with me for one brief ass moment whilst he grabs the broom in the corner just behind me. It's in this moment that I realize that I am still fucking necked. How I didn't notice while I was swinging my dick anywhere and everywhere around the room, I don't know.  Stepping away, he turns around and walks towards the mess I made, making sure to swing his hips as he moves. This time I can't help but watch his perfect little ass. It almost catches me by surprise. I mean, me? Looking at him? Or excuse me, his ass. God, I must be under his fucking spell.