Hayloft || dreamnotfound

Wierd

Tw: homophobia

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You know just how to be cruel when you shake your hips that way..
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"Clay, You're home!" Momma called as she walked out of the kitchen. "I heard there was a new exchange student at your school have you talked to him? Where's he from"

"Uh, yeah I talked to him he gave me his phone number," I started. "I forgot to ask where he's from but I think he's English" I said shrugging slipping my shoes.

"What the hell is this?" Papa yanked my hand towards him. disgust dripping like venom from his tone. "Some fucking fag hitting on you?"

"it's just a fucking phone number calm down" I frowned pulling my hand away. his expression turned sour. "It's not my fault you sent me to an all boys school."

"I didn't raise my son to be queer." He growled. "I swear to god Clay I'll fucking shoot you if you turn into one of those types" he spat in my face.

"Honey I think he gets it.." Momma said pulling papa towards the kitchen. "Dinner's ready, let's eat" she said calmly.

"I'm not hungry" I mumbled picking up my book. I walked to my room and quietly shut the door, I picked my phone up from where it say on my dresser.

[new contact added: George Found]

[You]
Hey is this George?

[George Found]
Uh yeah? Who's this??

[You]
Clay

[George Found]
Ohhhh
Hey Baby boy

[You]
I-

[George found]
Sorry bad joke
Would you like to hangout sometime?

[You]
That would be nice.

[George Found]
Cool :)
Are you free tomorrow evening?
Say, 5 ish?

[You]
I should be

[George Found]
Well I suppose I'll see you then Dreamy~
Ttyl <3
Sent 19:57

I sat there dumbfounded. What the hell is he doing flirting like that? I sat up turning to look at the mirror on the dresser beside my bed. Nothing about the face that stared back at me was special from my average jawline to my messy locks of pale brown hair. All I saw was your average teenage boy.

He's just weird I suppose.

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