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“You look so pretty as a girl,” The Goober murmured as he gazed longingly at the blue eye make-up on Jerry. Normally, he would’ve stared right back at Goob, but he didn’t feel himself. He pursed his lips, while he twiddled his thumbs. Goober sat closer, their knees brushed together at the edge of the bed. Jerry looked even more like the girls of Frenchtown.
“Don’t I already looks handsome without being a makeupcel?” He hoped he did, he spent so much time ascending to chad-lite just for The Goober to love him, to be his boyfriend.
“Yeah, you do,” He said, cupping Jerry’s cheeks to guild him away from the carpet. The Goober adjusted both of their heads before kissing. Always soft as it was made for peace of mind. But, Jerry frowned into the kiss, but as Goober’s eyes was closed, it only felt that Jerry was providing more lip to love on.
Thoughts passed through Jerry’s head as they kissed, as their sophomore year progressed, his and Goob’s relationship reminded him too much of the animal. Everything felt so physical. At least he was chad-lite now.
“Am. I’m gonna wash up. Don’t want my dad thinking I’m a fag,” Jerry murmured as he pulled away from the kiss. He stumbled to the bathroom outside of his room. The Goober didn’t argue.