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Paul’s Perspective
me and darry, we’ve been best friends even before we both started playing football together, and i’ve now found myself feeling that feeling i should only feel with girls but i feel it about him. I’ve felt this way for a few weeks maybe even a month now.
behind the school🤯‼️
i’m smoking a cigarette, darry isn’t, i blow my smoke out in front of his face he coughs a bit, “paul you asshole” darry jokes as i chuckle and smile “hmm no, i’m not” i reply “you are but sure whatever you say” he sighs with a slight sigh. i grab his hand and he hesitantly holds it back “yeah?” he questions “i..i uhh i don’t know. nevermind” i let go of his hand, how do i even confess to him? does he even like guys? i could ask someone..but then they’d find out and i can’t have them knowing, i don’t want people to know i’m gay. I look him in the eyes, his beautiful blue eyes he’s staring back into my eyes..he looks so beautiful right now i put my cigarette out, and put my hand on his thigh to balance myself, “uhh..darrel? can i ask you something?” might as well ask him now “sure, what’s up?” he says “do..do you like guys? in a romantic way, like a guy likes a girl i mean.. it’s okay if you don’t, it’s a weird question.” i say, quickly added that at the end he’s quiet for a moment “…i don’t know, possibly i’ve only felt like that a few times..for very few guys” he replies, staring right in my eyes now holding his hand over mine “ooh? few guys?” i ask “mhm” he hums, we hear footsteps and quickly part from each other it’s only a kid i glance at darry, he seems..nervous? well it makes sense obviously but i mean more nervous than before, does he know this kid? the kid looks young, thirteen maybe, longish blonde hair blazing blue eyes, weird elf kinda like face “Dallas?” i hear darry’s voice i look at him “uh huh?” (presumably) dallas responds “why are you here?” darry questions him “i could ask you the same question, especially with..” he looks at me “him.” he spits out, like i was the criminal here (i heard his name around a few times, how he gets arrested) “he’s my friend, paul, now go home or go somewhere alright?” darry tells him dallas sighs and walks away from us “sorry about that..but uhh i should be getting home. bye paul” “oh, bye darry!” so much for trying to confess to him
Darrel’s Perspective
i stand up and walk away from paul, walking to my own house, it’s kinda dark outside ; hopefully mom and dad don’t get mad at me for that
when he gets home🤯‼️
i open the door and step inside “darry?” i hear soda “oh hey soda, where’s mom and dad?” i ask him “they’re sleeping, you’re lucky mister, they were asking about you, what happened?” he questions me “i was hanging out with paul, paul holden, i didn’t mean to stay out so late” i explain “hm..paul holden? the soc guy?” “yep, what time is it?” “hm..” he looks at the time “nine thirty..three” he says “hm alright thanks” he nods and goes off into his room i walk into mine; getting out pajamas getting undressed putting on my pajamas then laying down. Paul was acting weird..in a way? as with the way he was touching me, looking at me, then he wanted to say something, did he want to confess..? no that’s not..possible is it? he isn’t gay, he would’ve told me if he was but who knows? i sigh and close my eyes. it doesn’t matter. i fall asleep
Paul Perspective
i’m laying in my bed staring at the ceiling, how could i mess that up? what if i don’t get a chance to confess? then what? no, i’ll try tomorrow! …what if he hates me after? fucking fuck. i hate this. i hit my head against my pillow then close my eyes and clutch onto my blanket until i fall asleep