Straight Boys - Chapter 34: Chapter 34

Andrew's POV
You see, I didn't mean for it to go as far as it did.
I had only planned on edging him on to see what he would do, to see if he would actually kiss me.
I do it all the time with girls, or at least the girls who are basically asking for me to do them like they do in overly cheesy rom-coms. Besides, they fucking kiss me immediately after I pin them to a wall and so much as bat an eyelash.
Not Zachary, though.
Oh no, he just fucking decided that, after letting me think he only kissed me the night before to actually shut me up and because he was so totally shit-faced to the point of not knowing what he was doing; did he then want to kiss me, throwing me completely off guard with a lengthy enough pause that I was seriously considering apologizing and telling him my intentions.
He, however, kissed me in the most unexpected way. I mean, I somewhat asked for it, but I wasn't actually meaning to follow through with my idea.
Or was I?
At this point, as I had flopped back onto my bed, I started to feel very uncomfortable. If I had done this in the beginning, it would have been some sick joke I was playing to finally get Zachary Rogers away from me for good. Obviously, he was away, but I didn't really want that.
I didn't know what I wanted, because, if this was the beginning of our whole friendship, I wouldn't have been very confused on why I like Zachary so much. I mean, it was very frightening in the beginning, but now I didn't... I didn't care that I liked him. I just did. It was this realization I had in the middle of the night before I finally fell asleep.
It was also this inclination that I could potentially like guys that made me really realize that it wasn't all that scary. I mean, freaking out is just the first step, right? Not being able to sleep while said boy that you like wiggles around in his own slumber a top your bed is just the beginning, isn't it?
But, laying on my bed the morning after thinking about Zach's emotions and where he stood, it was making my head want to explode. This whole thing about Zachary in general was making me frustrated, in more ways than one.
Growling out loudly, I sat up quickly just after crazily ruffling my hair. I was very uncomfortable.
Letting my thoughts run wild was making me remember all the gay shit I've actually done in my entire life, all of which went somehow unnoticed at the time.
The quick movements of my eyes as I would stare down the bodies of my teammates after our showers. Admittedly, where one would do it out of normality, I did it out of appreciation: appreciation of the male physique or something completely different, I wouldn't know.
Then just the tiniest bit of wondering whenever some girl passed by me in the hallway screeching about some "boy love" drama she had been watching, wondering what the fuck it was; and then searching it to find it to basically be gay trash, and not finding it weird or disgusting like someone like Walker would think.
And now, when I had woken up from my short nap to feel a warm hand faintly skimming my face, before it traveled along the plains of my skin more urgently, causing the rest of my body to become alert and tingly. When I had allowed this hand - him - to sketch the feel of my cheek, lips, brow, hair into his memory, but hadn't allowed him to stop just there. When I had grabbed his hand and held him in place, in his seemingly rightful place,
And you know the rest.
It was probably single handedly the worst plan I've ever come up with in my entire life.
It left me a mess, cold and wanting answers: real answers. It left me oh so very uncomfortable.
I shakily inhaled, clenching my fists to still the tremble in my fingers, to keep them from moving anywhere else besides from my sides. I need a shower; a cold shower.
So, I stood back up and went to take a lengthy, icy shower to cool my heated skin and my steamy thoughts. Times like these were not my greatest. Bracing myself against the cool tile of my shower while I held back my mucky thoughts from driving me down a very familiar road from my pubescent days was not the greatest moment I have ever had to be experiencing.
I mean, people do say being a teenager is the hardest part of living because you're too young to truly experience reality, yet too old to leave your childhood behind just quite yet. I'm too old to brush off such outrageous thoughts such as being bisexual, but too young to stop trying to realize who I am because that's what teenagers are supposed to be doing, right? They're supposed to find out who they really are at their age. They are still figuring things out, aren't they?
I guess I am.
And while I'm having an existential crisis to mask these unbelievable horny thoughts of a boy I've barely been friends with for a month and a half or so.
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Oops I'm sorry. It's short, but I actually wanted to do a really short chapter before I move on.
Plus I didn't know how to keep this chapter going... or at least get it to lead into the next part.
So sorry again.
After not writing in Andrew's POV for so long, I'm having to find his personality again through my endless thoughts. I mean...
I could have written a steamy scene where Andrew touches himself to the thought of Zachary's lips against his you know what but nope.
I wanted to save that kind of thing for later. For Zachary too.
But anyway, I'm okay with less likes on this one. But yeah.
Thoughts? Questions?
Did this chapter sound like Andy? I hope it did.
And questions:
How do you like Andrew now?
Do you think he is coming to terms with his new self well?
Or is there something missing you feel?
What do you think Zachary is doing right now?
And what do you think will happen next chapter?
So yes! Again, sorry for the short chapter, but I actually - again - wanted to just give you guys something nice before Christmas. Early gift I guess.
Plus I need variety. Cant always have 3000 word chapters. 1000 will suffice for now.
But see you soon!