Diary of a Gay (NOT!... well, maybe) Boy
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Original - Misc › Humour
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,813
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 6
August 29, my room, 10am
Decided to finally get up. I just love my bed so much. It’s so nice and comfy. I always hate to leave it. You know what would be the best job ever? A job where you could just lie in my bed all day and get PAID to do it.
I wonder if being a mattress tester pays well….
August 29, my room, 11am
Apparently, dream of being mattress tester does not pass father’s approval. He wants me to learn some sort of useful skill.
Now, I ask you, WHY can’t lounging around and laziness be USEFUL skills? I think they’re useful, why can’t other people? Laziness helps to de-stress and then you won’t be all tense and stuff. It makes things much better. Life is made easier through laziness.
Oh gosh, Dad wants me to go with him to the den and read some more of my summer reading. I’ve almost finished Arabian Nights and then I need to work on Romeo and Juliet. At least this is a play, so it’ll go by quickly. Plus, I kinda like reading Shakespeare’s works. Plays are just way easier to read than novels sometimes (well, mainly the boring novels; like, I’d rather read a Charmed book than a play or any other school book)
Stupid reading…
August 30, my room, 9am
Finished Arabian Nights and Romeo and Juliet. Not much left to do. I have to go back to school tomorrow for the second day. We have an assembly first thing and then a full day of school follows, which should be so exciting.
I think I’ll fully take advantage of my last day of freedom by doing what every teenager loves to do.
August 30, my room, 2pm
Sleeping is the best thing ever. That’s all I have to say.
August 30, my room, 7pm
After my little nap, I decided to just relax some more in my bed and read some more of a manga I’ve been meaning to read for a while now. It was really good. I can’t wait to get the rest of the series. It’s called Magic Knight Rayearth, and it’s about these three school girls who get transferred into a completely alternate universe (which really narrows it down to like 50 billion manga titles, but whatever). Didn’t do much else. Had dinner with the parental units and then came here and relaxed some more in my bed. And now I’m here writing in you, my dear journal.
Wow, I can’t believe I just wrote that. I think I need to take a bit of a break and do something somewhat productive.
Or maybe I’ll just watch TV. Whatever.
August 31, assembly, 8am
So the assembly has just started. The principal (Father Tom) is up at the podium on stage talking about what a wonderful year this will be and how he believes in all of us that we will do a great job in our academics and extracurriculars.
Basically, the talk every principal, in the whole wide world, gives in the first week of school. So yea, nothing totally different.
So I’m sitting here, in a corner of the auditorium, writing here in this journal, with the person next to me probably thinking what a weirdo I am for writing during the principal’s speech.
Or maybe they’re thinking what a clever person I am to have thought of such a clever idea as bringing a journal to school to write in while everyone else is bored out of their mind during the speech.
Yeah, right. Even I know they’re going with the weirdo idea.
…………………………….
OH GOD.
Ok, I just looked around because I ran out of things to say/write in here and saw M. Dude a few rows in front of me!!!
You know, the back of his head is really nice looking. I mean, the way his hair is cut just really makes it look so cool and alluring and… dare I say it, sexy.
OH NO! There I go again!!!!! I’m not nervous about today at all, so it’s not nerves that’s making me feel like this. There’s gotta be a reason for me to have written something like that.
Maybe I am gay after all…
Haha, no, it can’t be that. I like girls; they’re awesome.
But a chance to lock lips with M. Dude? I’d pay money to do that.
Ok, um, that last line totally grossed me out. WHY AM I WRITING STUFF ABOUT KISSING A BOY??!?!? That’s disgusting.
EW.
I really need that pencil. WHY ARE THERE NO PENCILS WHEN I NEED THEM?!?!?
And maybe I should stop writing in capital letters because the person next to me is looking at me weirdly (actually, all the people in my row are looking at me and some in the rows in front and behind me. Maybe I shouldn’t write so loudly anymore.)
God, I am SO embarrassed. I want to like crawl in a hole and just die.
I hope that no one EVER gets their hands on this diary because if that ever happens, I’m gonna be in so much trouble. And I’ll be just in time for a beating since everyone knows gay kids get beaten up all the time.
And I do NOT want to be beaten up. Because that would suck and I’d be hurt. BADLY. I can’t handle any kind of pain, so being beaten up would be EXTREMELY bad.
I guess the assembly is finally over, since everyone seems to be standing up and leaving, so off I go to my first class.
WITH M. DUDE. Oh God, wish me luck.
August 31, religion, 9am
Ok, so far so good. I’m paying attention (well, sorta; I mean, I’m writing in here, so I’m not really paying TOO much attention) to the teacher and pretending like I’m taking notes. I’m trying to focus on the class itself instead of on M. Dude who’s sitting next to me and is close enough that I can smell the fresh clean soap smell radiating from his body, which smells really good.
No, FOCUS, PHILIP, FOCUS. On the class, not the (supposed) sexiness of M. Dude (damnit, I forgot to listen for his name again!!!! Ok, mental note: listen for his name in next class so I don’t have to keep referring to him as M. Dude.)
But who am I kidding, I know I can’t focus on my schoolwork when an EXTREMELY HOT GUY is sitting next to me!!!
Oh God, I hope he can’t see what I’m writing in here. I mean, we are sitting next to each other and it isn’t that hard to just kind of look over and see what the person next to you is writing. Though my left arm should be covering it since I write with my left hand, so maybe he can’t see what I’m writing about him, which would be really good, since I do NOT want him seeing this kind of thing. It’d probably freak him out and then I’d be branded as “that gay kid” or whatever. Or he might think I’m a stalker!!!
Ok, so he might not think I’m a stalker. I mean, I’m sure stalkers actually probably know the NAME of the person they’re STALKING instead of me, who doesn’t even know the name of the dude I’m writing way too much about in here.
Oh, it seems like we’re actually doing something now, so I’d better stop writing now.
August 31, World History, 10am
Ok, so when I walk in here, M. Dude is sitting in his seat, looking all sexy and mysterious and I sit next to him in my assigned seat. He turns to me and says “Hey Philip” like he says it to me all the time or something. I didn’t even think he knew my name, but apparently he did.
Too bad I didn’t know HIS name.
I said back, without even a hint of how much I (supposedly) like him, “Hey… Um, I’m not sure how to pronounce your name. I mean, like I’ve heard it one way from the teachers, but another from the students. What’s the correct way?”
He replied “Um, my name’s David…” and he looked at me all weird-like, which I so deserved because, I mean, there’s only ONE way to pronounce David, but I just continued to dig the hole I’d gotten myself into.
“Oh, so it’s Day-vid cuz I’d heard it like Dah-vid. You know, with the whole long ‘a’ sound.”
“What kind of weird person would pronounce it that way?” he wanted to know.
“Uh, well, wierdos, I guess.” Then I laughed. Unfortunately, while it was a small somewhat sophisticated laugh, I SNORTED at the end of it. I could’ve died of embarrassment right then and there. Thank God the bell rang then and the teacher told us to quiet down and then he called attendance. After my name was called, David’s was called. His full name (excluding middle name, of course) is David Carter.
David Carter. That’s a nice name. The Carter part reminds me of Nick Carter, that dude from NSync. He was kinda cute too.
Oh geez, now I’m going on about ANOTHER guy. What is wrong with me today? Why do my thoughts keep going back to boys?! I LIKE girls. WHY AREN’T I THINKING ABOUT THEM?!?!?!
Oh, wait, something’s going on now. Be right back.
August 31, study hall, 11am
Ok, so I wasn’t able to finish that journal entry til now because after roll call, the teacher divided us into groups of two (there’s only like 16 people in our class, hence the small groups) and, by some ugly twist of fate, I ended up with David as my partner. Of course, this wasn’t just for today’s class.
Oh no. This is for our first project of the year. We have to get together with our partner and research an ancient civilization that was assigned to us today. David and I got one of the big ones: Rome.
And, since today is Friday, the weekend is coming, which means we’ll be getting together soon. Over the weekend. At either one of our houses. And we’ll be alone. Together. In one of our rooms.
DOES ANYONE NOTICE THE PROBLEM OF THIS BESIDES ME?!?!?!
Well, obviously, David wouldn’t since he doesn’t even know that I (supposedly) like him.
Anyway, David gave me his AOL screenname and wants me to IM him tonight, if I can. I gave him mine in return and so I guess that means we’ll be chatting online tonight, which should be exciting.
After the initial shock of being paired with him, we were then asked to get into our groups and discuss how we would go about the project by looking over what we needed to talk about in our presentation. Oh, did I not mention that it’s an ORAL presentation?
Yea, that’s right. I’m supposed to get up there (with David no less) and TALK to the ENTIRE class.
And ok, the entire class consists of 14 other people (15 when you include the teacher), but I am NOT good with oral presentations. I always feel like I’m gonna throw up when I’m getting ready to go up there (and when I’m actually up there as well). Plus, throw in the fact that I’ll be presenting with an extremely sexy guy and it just makes want to throw up right now.
Argh, this is gonna suck so much. I mean, yea I get to spend more time with David, but he now gets to see how much of a weirdo I am!
This will all end in misery and heartache. I just know it.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, right, us getting together with our partners to talk about the project. Here’s how that conversation went:
David: So, Philip, what do you want to do with this project? I was thinking maybe we could make like a powerpoint presentation. I’m sure I could probably dig up some movie files about Rome from online and from the library. What do you think?
Me *wishing I could die right now so I wouldn’t have to be more embarrassed even though he seems to have let the whole Day-vid/Dah-vid thing pass*: Um, well, I don’t know. Uh, your idea sounds good. I like it.
David: Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to seem like I’m taking over the project or anything. If you have any problems or want to add anything on, just say it.
Me: No, it sounds good.
David: Ok, then, let me write my AOL screenname for you. Do you have one? (I nodded at this point) Alright, write it down for me here *he hands me his notebook and I write down my screenname* Here’s mine. *he hands me a scrap of paper with his screenname written on it* IM me tonight and we can talk more and decide on when we can work on this and such.
Me: Ok. Sounds good.
Luckily, at this time, the teacher told us that was enough for today and he taught us for the rest of the class, so not much else happened.
But I now have David’s sn! How exciting! You know, I haven’t actually looked at it yet. I wonder what his sn is. Let’s take a look, shall we?
………
Ok, his sn is: DtothaAvid
What. The. Hell. What kind of sn is THAT?!?! That reveals absolutely nothing about his personality, except that he’s trying to be all “ghetto-like”.
Which he is so not.
Oh well, whatever. When you’re in love, little things like this shouldn’t matter anyway.
Ok, what is up with that last sentence? LOVE?!?! I am so not in love with David. Sure, every time I see him, my heart starts beating all fast and I get all nervous, but that is so not love.
Not in the slightest bit.
At all.
Never.
Ok, FINE, maybe it IS love. But he’s a guy!!! HOW, I ask you, can I be in LOVE with a guy?!? Maybe this is just a phase. I mean, I’m a teenager so I’m supposed to be like growing and changing and such and maybe this is just some sort of phase.
Yea, it’s just a phase.
Gah, bell.
Decided to finally get up. I just love my bed so much. It’s so nice and comfy. I always hate to leave it. You know what would be the best job ever? A job where you could just lie in my bed all day and get PAID to do it.
I wonder if being a mattress tester pays well….
August 29, my room, 11am
Apparently, dream of being mattress tester does not pass father’s approval. He wants me to learn some sort of useful skill.
Now, I ask you, WHY can’t lounging around and laziness be USEFUL skills? I think they’re useful, why can’t other people? Laziness helps to de-stress and then you won’t be all tense and stuff. It makes things much better. Life is made easier through laziness.
Oh gosh, Dad wants me to go with him to the den and read some more of my summer reading. I’ve almost finished Arabian Nights and then I need to work on Romeo and Juliet. At least this is a play, so it’ll go by quickly. Plus, I kinda like reading Shakespeare’s works. Plays are just way easier to read than novels sometimes (well, mainly the boring novels; like, I’d rather read a Charmed book than a play or any other school book)
Stupid reading…
August 30, my room, 9am
Finished Arabian Nights and Romeo and Juliet. Not much left to do. I have to go back to school tomorrow for the second day. We have an assembly first thing and then a full day of school follows, which should be so exciting.
I think I’ll fully take advantage of my last day of freedom by doing what every teenager loves to do.
August 30, my room, 2pm
Sleeping is the best thing ever. That’s all I have to say.
August 30, my room, 7pm
After my little nap, I decided to just relax some more in my bed and read some more of a manga I’ve been meaning to read for a while now. It was really good. I can’t wait to get the rest of the series. It’s called Magic Knight Rayearth, and it’s about these three school girls who get transferred into a completely alternate universe (which really narrows it down to like 50 billion manga titles, but whatever). Didn’t do much else. Had dinner with the parental units and then came here and relaxed some more in my bed. And now I’m here writing in you, my dear journal.
Wow, I can’t believe I just wrote that. I think I need to take a bit of a break and do something somewhat productive.
Or maybe I’ll just watch TV. Whatever.
August 31, assembly, 8am
So the assembly has just started. The principal (Father Tom) is up at the podium on stage talking about what a wonderful year this will be and how he believes in all of us that we will do a great job in our academics and extracurriculars.
Basically, the talk every principal, in the whole wide world, gives in the first week of school. So yea, nothing totally different.
So I’m sitting here, in a corner of the auditorium, writing here in this journal, with the person next to me probably thinking what a weirdo I am for writing during the principal’s speech.
Or maybe they’re thinking what a clever person I am to have thought of such a clever idea as bringing a journal to school to write in while everyone else is bored out of their mind during the speech.
Yeah, right. Even I know they’re going with the weirdo idea.
…………………………….
OH GOD.
Ok, I just looked around because I ran out of things to say/write in here and saw M. Dude a few rows in front of me!!!
You know, the back of his head is really nice looking. I mean, the way his hair is cut just really makes it look so cool and alluring and… dare I say it, sexy.
OH NO! There I go again!!!!! I’m not nervous about today at all, so it’s not nerves that’s making me feel like this. There’s gotta be a reason for me to have written something like that.
Maybe I am gay after all…
Haha, no, it can’t be that. I like girls; they’re awesome.
But a chance to lock lips with M. Dude? I’d pay money to do that.
Ok, um, that last line totally grossed me out. WHY AM I WRITING STUFF ABOUT KISSING A BOY??!?!? That’s disgusting.
EW.
I really need that pencil. WHY ARE THERE NO PENCILS WHEN I NEED THEM?!?!?
And maybe I should stop writing in capital letters because the person next to me is looking at me weirdly (actually, all the people in my row are looking at me and some in the rows in front and behind me. Maybe I shouldn’t write so loudly anymore.)
God, I am SO embarrassed. I want to like crawl in a hole and just die.
I hope that no one EVER gets their hands on this diary because if that ever happens, I’m gonna be in so much trouble. And I’ll be just in time for a beating since everyone knows gay kids get beaten up all the time.
And I do NOT want to be beaten up. Because that would suck and I’d be hurt. BADLY. I can’t handle any kind of pain, so being beaten up would be EXTREMELY bad.
I guess the assembly is finally over, since everyone seems to be standing up and leaving, so off I go to my first class.
WITH M. DUDE. Oh God, wish me luck.
August 31, religion, 9am
Ok, so far so good. I’m paying attention (well, sorta; I mean, I’m writing in here, so I’m not really paying TOO much attention) to the teacher and pretending like I’m taking notes. I’m trying to focus on the class itself instead of on M. Dude who’s sitting next to me and is close enough that I can smell the fresh clean soap smell radiating from his body, which smells really good.
No, FOCUS, PHILIP, FOCUS. On the class, not the (supposed) sexiness of M. Dude (damnit, I forgot to listen for his name again!!!! Ok, mental note: listen for his name in next class so I don’t have to keep referring to him as M. Dude.)
But who am I kidding, I know I can’t focus on my schoolwork when an EXTREMELY HOT GUY is sitting next to me!!!
Oh God, I hope he can’t see what I’m writing in here. I mean, we are sitting next to each other and it isn’t that hard to just kind of look over and see what the person next to you is writing. Though my left arm should be covering it since I write with my left hand, so maybe he can’t see what I’m writing about him, which would be really good, since I do NOT want him seeing this kind of thing. It’d probably freak him out and then I’d be branded as “that gay kid” or whatever. Or he might think I’m a stalker!!!
Ok, so he might not think I’m a stalker. I mean, I’m sure stalkers actually probably know the NAME of the person they’re STALKING instead of me, who doesn’t even know the name of the dude I’m writing way too much about in here.
Oh, it seems like we’re actually doing something now, so I’d better stop writing now.
August 31, World History, 10am
Ok, so when I walk in here, M. Dude is sitting in his seat, looking all sexy and mysterious and I sit next to him in my assigned seat. He turns to me and says “Hey Philip” like he says it to me all the time or something. I didn’t even think he knew my name, but apparently he did.
Too bad I didn’t know HIS name.
I said back, without even a hint of how much I (supposedly) like him, “Hey… Um, I’m not sure how to pronounce your name. I mean, like I’ve heard it one way from the teachers, but another from the students. What’s the correct way?”
He replied “Um, my name’s David…” and he looked at me all weird-like, which I so deserved because, I mean, there’s only ONE way to pronounce David, but I just continued to dig the hole I’d gotten myself into.
“Oh, so it’s Day-vid cuz I’d heard it like Dah-vid. You know, with the whole long ‘a’ sound.”
“What kind of weird person would pronounce it that way?” he wanted to know.
“Uh, well, wierdos, I guess.” Then I laughed. Unfortunately, while it was a small somewhat sophisticated laugh, I SNORTED at the end of it. I could’ve died of embarrassment right then and there. Thank God the bell rang then and the teacher told us to quiet down and then he called attendance. After my name was called, David’s was called. His full name (excluding middle name, of course) is David Carter.
David Carter. That’s a nice name. The Carter part reminds me of Nick Carter, that dude from NSync. He was kinda cute too.
Oh geez, now I’m going on about ANOTHER guy. What is wrong with me today? Why do my thoughts keep going back to boys?! I LIKE girls. WHY AREN’T I THINKING ABOUT THEM?!?!?!
Oh, wait, something’s going on now. Be right back.
August 31, study hall, 11am
Ok, so I wasn’t able to finish that journal entry til now because after roll call, the teacher divided us into groups of two (there’s only like 16 people in our class, hence the small groups) and, by some ugly twist of fate, I ended up with David as my partner. Of course, this wasn’t just for today’s class.
Oh no. This is for our first project of the year. We have to get together with our partner and research an ancient civilization that was assigned to us today. David and I got one of the big ones: Rome.
And, since today is Friday, the weekend is coming, which means we’ll be getting together soon. Over the weekend. At either one of our houses. And we’ll be alone. Together. In one of our rooms.
DOES ANYONE NOTICE THE PROBLEM OF THIS BESIDES ME?!?!?!
Well, obviously, David wouldn’t since he doesn’t even know that I (supposedly) like him.
Anyway, David gave me his AOL screenname and wants me to IM him tonight, if I can. I gave him mine in return and so I guess that means we’ll be chatting online tonight, which should be exciting.
After the initial shock of being paired with him, we were then asked to get into our groups and discuss how we would go about the project by looking over what we needed to talk about in our presentation. Oh, did I not mention that it’s an ORAL presentation?
Yea, that’s right. I’m supposed to get up there (with David no less) and TALK to the ENTIRE class.
And ok, the entire class consists of 14 other people (15 when you include the teacher), but I am NOT good with oral presentations. I always feel like I’m gonna throw up when I’m getting ready to go up there (and when I’m actually up there as well). Plus, throw in the fact that I’ll be presenting with an extremely sexy guy and it just makes want to throw up right now.
Argh, this is gonna suck so much. I mean, yea I get to spend more time with David, but he now gets to see how much of a weirdo I am!
This will all end in misery and heartache. I just know it.
Anyway, where was I?
Oh, right, us getting together with our partners to talk about the project. Here’s how that conversation went:
David: So, Philip, what do you want to do with this project? I was thinking maybe we could make like a powerpoint presentation. I’m sure I could probably dig up some movie files about Rome from online and from the library. What do you think?
Me *wishing I could die right now so I wouldn’t have to be more embarrassed even though he seems to have let the whole Day-vid/Dah-vid thing pass*: Um, well, I don’t know. Uh, your idea sounds good. I like it.
David: Are you sure? I mean, I don’t want to seem like I’m taking over the project or anything. If you have any problems or want to add anything on, just say it.
Me: No, it sounds good.
David: Ok, then, let me write my AOL screenname for you. Do you have one? (I nodded at this point) Alright, write it down for me here *he hands me his notebook and I write down my screenname* Here’s mine. *he hands me a scrap of paper with his screenname written on it* IM me tonight and we can talk more and decide on when we can work on this and such.
Me: Ok. Sounds good.
Luckily, at this time, the teacher told us that was enough for today and he taught us for the rest of the class, so not much else happened.
But I now have David’s sn! How exciting! You know, I haven’t actually looked at it yet. I wonder what his sn is. Let’s take a look, shall we?
………
Ok, his sn is: DtothaAvid
What. The. Hell. What kind of sn is THAT?!?! That reveals absolutely nothing about his personality, except that he’s trying to be all “ghetto-like”.
Which he is so not.
Oh well, whatever. When you’re in love, little things like this shouldn’t matter anyway.
Ok, what is up with that last sentence? LOVE?!?! I am so not in love with David. Sure, every time I see him, my heart starts beating all fast and I get all nervous, but that is so not love.
Not in the slightest bit.
At all.
Never.
Ok, FINE, maybe it IS love. But he’s a guy!!! HOW, I ask you, can I be in LOVE with a guy?!? Maybe this is just a phase. I mean, I’m a teenager so I’m supposed to be like growing and changing and such and maybe this is just some sort of phase.
Yea, it’s just a phase.
Gah, bell.