Diary of a Gay (NOT!... well, maybe) Boy
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Original - Misc › Humour
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,815
Reviews:
28
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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 7
August 31, English, 12pm
All I have to say right now is this: I am SO glad I don’t have Phys Ed today. I mean, being assigned to be David’s partner in History was enough embarrassment for one day, but having to see him strip in the locker room? That would be MORTIFYING.
Not that I wouldn’t like it or anything.
Ok, that last line. Yea, DISGUSTING. Why would I say something like that about a guy? Why would I want to see him STRIP?!?!?!
EW.
Maybe I should stop writing for now. It seems that whenever I write about David, something weird comes out and I can’t erase it because I keep forgetting about getting a pencil!
August 31, my room, 7pm
Ok, so I’m getting ready to sign on now and add David to my buddy list. I hope the IM conversation goes better than the one we had earlier today (Dah-vid?!?! Who SAYS that?!?!).
Here goes nothing……….
Ok, I added him and he’s not popping up, so I guess that means he’s not online.
You know what? I have no friends. The only person on my buddy list is David (I took Orlando off after he dumped me like a sack of potatoes). I am SO pathetic.
……
OH MY GOD. He’s online now. He just pinged up on my list! And now he IM-ed me!!!
More later.
August 31, my room, 9pm
Ok, so here’s how our conversation went. Looking over it, I didn’t make TOO much of a fool of myself.
DtothaAvid: Yo Phil!
DtothaAvid: Is it ok if I call you Phil? Cuz I understand if you don’t.
Blake323: Heyhey, what’s up?
Blake 323: And I prefer Philip, not Phil.
DtothaAvid: Not much going on here. What about you? And I’ll remember to not call you Phil.
Blake323: Thanks. Same here. I’m totally bored out of my mind.
DtothaAvid: Well, I guess we should get started on our project then. I’m sure that should perk you right up. lol
Blake323: hah, like that would happen.
Blake323: but yea, we should get started
DtothaAvid: Yea, I found out some info about Rome from a couple sites. What’s your email? I’ll send them to you.
Blake323: It’s basically the same as my IM name, blake323@hotmail.com
DtothaAvid: Ok, I’m sending it off in a few.
DtothaAvid: It’s sent.
Blake323: Ok, I’ll go check
At this point, I go and check my email and there’s his email. I open it up and this is what it said:
“Hey Philip,
Below are the sites I found. Look them over and get back to me. I really value your input; well, obviously, since we’re partners. If you find anything else, email it to me.
Later
David”
HE VALUES MY INPUT!!!!! How awesome is that??! And yea, he has to, since we’re partners, but he didn’t have to say it. I wonder if that means something??? I mean, he wrote that he “really” values my input. He could have just said that he valued my input, but, no, he said REALLY!!!!
That has so got to mean something. It just HAS to!!
Anyway, not much else happened in the conversation. We talked about our project and how we would divide up the work. We have to talk about four things:
1)How the civilization began
2)Any rituals and practices that were done
3)How their system of government worked
4)The downfall of the civilization
He takes two and I take two. I have the first two and he has the final two.
BUT the only problem right now is that he’s coming over to MY HOME. TOMORROW AFTERNOON.
My mom was so not helpful. She did not realize the full impact of this occasion. Well, not like I’d tell her how I (supposedly) feel about David. She was just like “Oh, sure, honey, that’s fine. Your father, sister and I will be out tomorrow afternoon visiting your grandmother and we were going to bring you along, but I won’t take you away from your studies. Tell him it’ll be fine.”
So apparently, my mom does not care that, when he comes over tomorrow afternoon, he will realize what a total FREAK I am. I am gonna have to somehow not be a weirdo in front of him when he comes over tomorrow.
Anyway, I told him it would be fine, so he’s coming over tomorrow at 2. My parents and sister leave to go see my grandma at 1 and will be back later that afternoon, so it’ll basically be just me and David.
Again, DOES NO ONE REALIZE THE PROBLEM BEHIND THIS?!?!?!?
I mean, we’re going to be ALONE. IN MY ROOM. TOGETHER.
I hope that I can control myself. I mean, I’ve been basically writing about him CONSTANTLY. Some of that is probably going to slip out when I’m with him tomorrow!
OH. MY. GOD.
My life will totally be over.
September 1, my room, 1am
Oh my God, you know what I just realized?!?!? My journal will be here in my room while we’re together. What if I leave to go to the bathroom and he wanders around my room and spots my journal?! AND THEN STARTS TO READ IT?!?!
My life would be over then. It would be SO over.
I mean, he’d tell everybody at school and everyone would pick on me and tease me and I wouldn’t be able to go back at all, for fear of being beaten up for being gay!
I’m gonna have to hide this journal before he shows up today. But where can I hide it? Maybe under one of my pillows? He won’t look there. I mean, really, WHO looks under other peoples’ PILLOWS? No one. Well, no one who’s SANE.
And I’m pretty sure David is sane.
September 1, in my bed, 3am
I can’t sleep. If I do fall asleep, I’m soon wakened from the nightmares I’m having about David telling everyone at school how I (supposedly) feel about him. I really don’t think I’m gonna get any sleep tonight.
I guess I’ll read or something. Maybe reorganize my CDs… that should take me a while.
September 1, still awake and in my bed, 4am
Well, reorganizing my CDs didn’t take as long as I thought it would. I mean, I have like over 100 CDs, so I thought it’d take me awhile, but it didn’t. Maybe like half an hour.
And reading didn’t help either. Not even reading about the adventures of the Charmed ones is doing me any good. I started reading it, but my mind kept drifti—
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September 1, bed, 11am
Maybe the reading did help after all. I fell asleep while writing that entry and luckily, I didn’t drool while I was asleep, so now the pages are still nice and un-wet.
Holy crap! DAVID’S SHOWING UP IN THREE HOURS!!! I NEED TO GET READY!!!!
September 1, my room, 12pm
Ok, so I just took my shower and I’m all clean and fresh (I wonder if David will be able to smell my clean soapy smell like I can with him). Now, I’m naked (well, in my boxers) and I’m trying to figure out what to wear. I need to look sexy and alluring, but still casual and loose.
WHY IS IT SO FRIGGIN HARD TO PUT TOGETHER AN OUTFIT?!?!
September 1, my room, 12:30pm
I picked out something finally: some jean shorts and a form-fitting blue shirt (because I like blue). So basically, I’m wearing all blue. Perhaps I should call my outfit Bodaciously Blue.
Hehe, that made me laugh.
ONLY AN HOUR AND A HALF BEFORE DAVID SHOWS UP!!!
September 1, the kitchen, 1pm
My parents and sister have FINALLY left for my grandma’s. Now all I need to do is clean up my room and make sure NOTHING in this house makes me look even REMOTELY like a freak.
September 1, my room, 1:30pm
My room is as clean as it’s gonna get. I scoured the house high and low and everything seems to be good and nothing will make me look a freak.
I hope.
September 1, the kitchen, 1:55pm
Ok, so I’m sitting here in the kitchen waiting for David to show up. He’s being dropped off by his parents at 2 and then picked up at 4 (the same time my parents and sis should be back). So, we’re gonna be together for two hours. ALONE.
Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up and I so hope that I don’t make a fool of myself. Well, no more than I ALREADY have. Again, I say, “DAH-VID”?!?!? What was UP with that?
Gah, he’s here! Gotta hide my journal!
September 1, my room, 2:45pm
David came. His mom didn’t come in, just stopped in front of our house and he got out and she drove off. I didn’t go to the door right away, because I didn’t want to seem like a desperate loser who doesn’t have friends coming over all the time. But I also didn’t want him waiting, so I started heading for the door when he was just beginning his way up the stairs we have outside the house. It was just a minute or so after he knocked on the door that I opened the door and let him come in.
We said our hellos and then we just went to my room and began working on the project. I think I haven’t made a fool of myself yet, which is good. I appear to be a normal, cool, friend-having, unfreakish teenage boy. We’re actually having a good time, laughing about things and joking around. He’s a really cool guy.
And I’m not just saying that because I (supposedly) like him. In the intimate sense, I mean.
David’s in the bathroom right now, by the way. I decided it’d be the perfect time to write in here. We’ve mainly just been going online and doing research, printing stuff out, highlighting important facts. You know, the usual research project stuff.
Anyway, he’s wearing these cool tight blue jeans that hug his butt the right way (and makes it look oh-so-good) and a semi-tight red shirt. He looks so good in them, I practically melted when he came into my house. I mean, a cute guy IN MY HOUSE! It was quite exciting.
Oh god, I can hear the toilet flushing and I’m writing about him. And not in the friendly kind of way. Gotta hide this quickly!!!
All I have to say right now is this: I am SO glad I don’t have Phys Ed today. I mean, being assigned to be David’s partner in History was enough embarrassment for one day, but having to see him strip in the locker room? That would be MORTIFYING.
Not that I wouldn’t like it or anything.
Ok, that last line. Yea, DISGUSTING. Why would I say something like that about a guy? Why would I want to see him STRIP?!?!?!
EW.
Maybe I should stop writing for now. It seems that whenever I write about David, something weird comes out and I can’t erase it because I keep forgetting about getting a pencil!
August 31, my room, 7pm
Ok, so I’m getting ready to sign on now and add David to my buddy list. I hope the IM conversation goes better than the one we had earlier today (Dah-vid?!?! Who SAYS that?!?!).
Here goes nothing……….
Ok, I added him and he’s not popping up, so I guess that means he’s not online.
You know what? I have no friends. The only person on my buddy list is David (I took Orlando off after he dumped me like a sack of potatoes). I am SO pathetic.
……
OH MY GOD. He’s online now. He just pinged up on my list! And now he IM-ed me!!!
More later.
August 31, my room, 9pm
Ok, so here’s how our conversation went. Looking over it, I didn’t make TOO much of a fool of myself.
DtothaAvid: Yo Phil!
DtothaAvid: Is it ok if I call you Phil? Cuz I understand if you don’t.
Blake323: Heyhey, what’s up?
Blake 323: And I prefer Philip, not Phil.
DtothaAvid: Not much going on here. What about you? And I’ll remember to not call you Phil.
Blake323: Thanks. Same here. I’m totally bored out of my mind.
DtothaAvid: Well, I guess we should get started on our project then. I’m sure that should perk you right up. lol
Blake323: hah, like that would happen.
Blake323: but yea, we should get started
DtothaAvid: Yea, I found out some info about Rome from a couple sites. What’s your email? I’ll send them to you.
Blake323: It’s basically the same as my IM name, blake323@hotmail.com
DtothaAvid: Ok, I’m sending it off in a few.
DtothaAvid: It’s sent.
Blake323: Ok, I’ll go check
At this point, I go and check my email and there’s his email. I open it up and this is what it said:
“Hey Philip,
Below are the sites I found. Look them over and get back to me. I really value your input; well, obviously, since we’re partners. If you find anything else, email it to me.
Later
David”
HE VALUES MY INPUT!!!!! How awesome is that??! And yea, he has to, since we’re partners, but he didn’t have to say it. I wonder if that means something??? I mean, he wrote that he “really” values my input. He could have just said that he valued my input, but, no, he said REALLY!!!!
That has so got to mean something. It just HAS to!!
Anyway, not much else happened in the conversation. We talked about our project and how we would divide up the work. We have to talk about four things:
1)How the civilization began
2)Any rituals and practices that were done
3)How their system of government worked
4)The downfall of the civilization
He takes two and I take two. I have the first two and he has the final two.
BUT the only problem right now is that he’s coming over to MY HOME. TOMORROW AFTERNOON.
My mom was so not helpful. She did not realize the full impact of this occasion. Well, not like I’d tell her how I (supposedly) feel about David. She was just like “Oh, sure, honey, that’s fine. Your father, sister and I will be out tomorrow afternoon visiting your grandmother and we were going to bring you along, but I won’t take you away from your studies. Tell him it’ll be fine.”
So apparently, my mom does not care that, when he comes over tomorrow afternoon, he will realize what a total FREAK I am. I am gonna have to somehow not be a weirdo in front of him when he comes over tomorrow.
Anyway, I told him it would be fine, so he’s coming over tomorrow at 2. My parents and sister leave to go see my grandma at 1 and will be back later that afternoon, so it’ll basically be just me and David.
Again, DOES NO ONE REALIZE THE PROBLEM BEHIND THIS?!?!?!?
I mean, we’re going to be ALONE. IN MY ROOM. TOGETHER.
I hope that I can control myself. I mean, I’ve been basically writing about him CONSTANTLY. Some of that is probably going to slip out when I’m with him tomorrow!
OH. MY. GOD.
My life will totally be over.
September 1, my room, 1am
Oh my God, you know what I just realized?!?!? My journal will be here in my room while we’re together. What if I leave to go to the bathroom and he wanders around my room and spots my journal?! AND THEN STARTS TO READ IT?!?!
My life would be over then. It would be SO over.
I mean, he’d tell everybody at school and everyone would pick on me and tease me and I wouldn’t be able to go back at all, for fear of being beaten up for being gay!
I’m gonna have to hide this journal before he shows up today. But where can I hide it? Maybe under one of my pillows? He won’t look there. I mean, really, WHO looks under other peoples’ PILLOWS? No one. Well, no one who’s SANE.
And I’m pretty sure David is sane.
September 1, in my bed, 3am
I can’t sleep. If I do fall asleep, I’m soon wakened from the nightmares I’m having about David telling everyone at school how I (supposedly) feel about him. I really don’t think I’m gonna get any sleep tonight.
I guess I’ll read or something. Maybe reorganize my CDs… that should take me a while.
September 1, still awake and in my bed, 4am
Well, reorganizing my CDs didn’t take as long as I thought it would. I mean, I have like over 100 CDs, so I thought it’d take me awhile, but it didn’t. Maybe like half an hour.
And reading didn’t help either. Not even reading about the adventures of the Charmed ones is doing me any good. I started reading it, but my mind kept drifti—
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
September 1, bed, 11am
Maybe the reading did help after all. I fell asleep while writing that entry and luckily, I didn’t drool while I was asleep, so now the pages are still nice and un-wet.
Holy crap! DAVID’S SHOWING UP IN THREE HOURS!!! I NEED TO GET READY!!!!
September 1, my room, 12pm
Ok, so I just took my shower and I’m all clean and fresh (I wonder if David will be able to smell my clean soapy smell like I can with him). Now, I’m naked (well, in my boxers) and I’m trying to figure out what to wear. I need to look sexy and alluring, but still casual and loose.
WHY IS IT SO FRIGGIN HARD TO PUT TOGETHER AN OUTFIT?!?!
September 1, my room, 12:30pm
I picked out something finally: some jean shorts and a form-fitting blue shirt (because I like blue). So basically, I’m wearing all blue. Perhaps I should call my outfit Bodaciously Blue.
Hehe, that made me laugh.
ONLY AN HOUR AND A HALF BEFORE DAVID SHOWS UP!!!
September 1, the kitchen, 1pm
My parents and sister have FINALLY left for my grandma’s. Now all I need to do is clean up my room and make sure NOTHING in this house makes me look even REMOTELY like a freak.
September 1, my room, 1:30pm
My room is as clean as it’s gonna get. I scoured the house high and low and everything seems to be good and nothing will make me look a freak.
I hope.
September 1, the kitchen, 1:55pm
Ok, so I’m sitting here in the kitchen waiting for David to show up. He’s being dropped off by his parents at 2 and then picked up at 4 (the same time my parents and sis should be back). So, we’re gonna be together for two hours. ALONE.
Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up and I so hope that I don’t make a fool of myself. Well, no more than I ALREADY have. Again, I say, “DAH-VID”?!?!? What was UP with that?
Gah, he’s here! Gotta hide my journal!
September 1, my room, 2:45pm
David came. His mom didn’t come in, just stopped in front of our house and he got out and she drove off. I didn’t go to the door right away, because I didn’t want to seem like a desperate loser who doesn’t have friends coming over all the time. But I also didn’t want him waiting, so I started heading for the door when he was just beginning his way up the stairs we have outside the house. It was just a minute or so after he knocked on the door that I opened the door and let him come in.
We said our hellos and then we just went to my room and began working on the project. I think I haven’t made a fool of myself yet, which is good. I appear to be a normal, cool, friend-having, unfreakish teenage boy. We’re actually having a good time, laughing about things and joking around. He’s a really cool guy.
And I’m not just saying that because I (supposedly) like him. In the intimate sense, I mean.
David’s in the bathroom right now, by the way. I decided it’d be the perfect time to write in here. We’ve mainly just been going online and doing research, printing stuff out, highlighting important facts. You know, the usual research project stuff.
Anyway, he’s wearing these cool tight blue jeans that hug his butt the right way (and makes it look oh-so-good) and a semi-tight red shirt. He looks so good in them, I practically melted when he came into my house. I mean, a cute guy IN MY HOUSE! It was quite exciting.
Oh god, I can hear the toilet flushing and I’m writing about him. And not in the friendly kind of way. Gotta hide this quickly!!!