𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 // 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

꧁𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍꧂

Danny's pov

The moments of my anxiety attack haunted my brain for the rest of the day.
But there was one specific thing that stood out the most.
How did he know? About...me.
Look, there could be lots of things he could've known.

But I have a feeling that it's the fact that...

I might...

Sort of...

Be....

"Danny?" My mother said softly against my door. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine, mom," I said, still remaining on my bed.
"Do you wanna watch TV?" She suggested.
"No."
"Not even...A Clockwork Orange?"

I gave in.

So here's the thing, reader; my absolute favorite film in the entire world is A Clockwork Orange.
As you probably already guessed.
My mother doesn't really like the idea of me enjoying a movie with such Ultra Violence, but she just deals with it.
My father...he showed it to me. I was younger, five I believe.
I remember the moments we watched it together...

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"There was me, that is Alex, and my three droogs, that is Pete, Georgie, and Dim-"

As the movie's words filled my mind, I couldn't help but wonder what it could possibly be about. Since my father didn't tell me.
He said, "It'll be a surprise."

He had his arm around my shoulders, holding me close beside him as we watched.
We laughed.
We joked.
We clapped at the end.
And then he tucked me in that night, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Night, doc."

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"Why do they wear those funny outfits?" My mother asked, her eyes dazed to the screen.
I playfully rolled my eyes, smiling.
I was impressed that my mom was willing to watch this film with me. She's seen it before, but she's never watched it with me.

So, here's the thing...diary.
I have a crush.
They're only a fictional character, though.
He's my favorite character in this film.
That is...
Alex DeLarge.

There was a scene in the film where Alex is shirtless...
And every time I watch that part of the movie...I begin to feel my face getting flushed.
Now I know what you're thinking, "Okay Danny we get it you like the movie," but just let me finish!
I felt my face getting hot...and my mother...she noticed.
"My god! Danny, are you okay? Your face is pink-"
"Shut up," I said, laughing.
"Why?" She said, smiling. "Does somebody have a crush on Alexxxx?"
I knew she was joking, because she was saying it in her playful tone.
But it was true.
Now it wasn't a serious crush, I just thought he was cute! Like you would with any fictional character.
My facial expression quickly changed into embarrassment, making me stand up quickly. "Just shut up!" I shouted, darting out of the living room to my room.

I slammed my door shut, locking it and plopping down on to my bed.
I didn't want her to think...
That...
I don't know what I don't want anymore.
The goal back there was to avoid being exposed.
And I only made it more obvious.
Obvious that...

I like boys.