soccer season ♂ freethelgbt

0;06 ♂ one-night-stands and milkshake-mixes

CHAPTER SIX

‘in which a character has to come to terms with something they didn’t want to admit’
‘in which your character comes out to someone important in their lives’

      THERE WERE TWO THINGS that Steven would never think of happening in his life. One was that he’d meet Leonardo DiCaprio at some point in his life. He gave up on that a long time ago, even before his Titanic phase ended. He doesn’t like to talk about it.

The other thing is that he would go out at two in the morning, in a gay bar, where he would ‘pull’, and then he’d get caught by his little brother and the man he ‘pulled’ would turn out to be one of his father’s most treasured customers.

This did he, of course, just now think up. But he wouldn’t have believed anyone if they told him that. Just the fact that he, Steven, backup captain of the local soccer team, past-highschool-heartthrob (sort of), would even go to a gay bar. He usually didn’t even care to sound cocky, but thinking just that made him cringe. Stereotypes. How come he never noticed what an asshole he could be?

He shook his head and sighed, lying down on his cleaned bed. He focused his thoughts on the white ceiling and the spots of leftover sticky poster buddies that used to support glow-in-the-dark stars and moons. He chewed on his lip ring to sooth himself. What did he get into?

Since when did boys appeal to him more than girls? And, now that he thought about it, since when did he realise that girls never appealed to him anyway? It didn’t add up. Steven: gay. That couldn’t be in his personal dictionary part. It wasn’t. But it was. But it couldn’t be. But it was.

Steven huffed out and rolled over, burying his head in his duvet. What was up with his mind? Why couldn’t he think straight?

Maybe because you aren’t…

Steven rolled his eyes at the pun. When the fuck did he even start hearing voices? Was that some kind of side effect of the whole ‘gay’ thing?

“Steven, what the fuck are you doing with your life?” he muttered to himself. “Gays are normal fucking people, Jesus Christ. Don’t be such a fucking loser and get over it.” He got up to pace the room, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and index finger to rub some sense back into it.

Think, Steven. Think.

He wouldn’t, couldn’t, figure this out himself. But who was there to help him. Almost everyone he knew was either a religious prick or a homophobe. He used to joke about gays with the soccer team, it was just now that he realised what a dick he was. His mind swirled back to seventh grade, where they were told to read a book off the list.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view. Until you climb inside of his skin and climb around in it.

Steven (13:07): Meet me at the park?

Leila (13:07): Time?

Steven (13:08): Like, now?

Leila (13:08): Be there in ten.

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“Hey, what’s up?” Leila fell down on the grass next to Steven, who was staring off into the distance, eyes focused on an old couple sitting on a bench. Straight couple.

“I think I might be gay.” Straight to the point, like always. He didn’t stop staring, didn’t turn his head to see Leila’s reaction. It was quiet for a while, as they both stared off, Steven to the couple, Leila to Steven.