Author's Note: Chapter 20 guys! I feel like this is some kind milestone and I want to celebrate it.
Also, I may or may not have written more than 4000 words. Why do I do this to myself? Anyway this is the longest chapter up to date, with good reason.
I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 20: Misunderstandings: The Musical
"Their eyes met and they stared together at each other, alone in space."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Chance
I was not particularly fond of swearing. Why I disliked it was unknown to me. But that night as I lay in bed, staring up at the sharp white of my ceiling, I couldn't help but mutter under my breath:
"Well fuck."
And really, that described my situation with perfect accuracy because...
I liked Callaway.
Liked liked.
Basically "I wanna smush my face against
your face ... lovingly ... forever" kind of like.
I think I lov... I mean - deeply cared for him.
Which was a thought that even made myself shiver in embarrassment.
It just wasn't fair. Why of all the people I could ever possibly be interested in, did it have to be a sociopath who could never in a million years ever even fathom having romantic feelings for me?
The world was clearly out to get me.
Why couldn't I just be straight? Then I wouldn't have to deal with all of this. I could be wholly invested in boobs and short skirts, instead of being perpetually torn between chicks and dicks.
And obviously this time, I seemed to have chosen dicks.
A dick that was totally off limits in every way.
God, I really had to stop thinking about dicks.
The worst of it all was that I didn't know. Even worse, I was in constant denial over the fact that I was into Callaway. Until I spent hours on painting a watercolor picture of him.
Go big or go home I guess.
Either way, it was physically painful to experience the excruciating pain of having, dare I say it, a crush.
And so the logical solution was to share my pain.
You: So Callaway...
Message sent to: Aly
A few minutes later, my phone chimed with a reply.
Aly: Oh my god does this mean what I think it does?????? Please tell me it does
I cringed at how excited she was getting, typing out a slightly cryptic reply.
You: Well what do you think it means?
The response came almost instantly.
Aly: That you finally realized the reality of your big gay crush on our favorite psychopath
I sighed to myself as I tapped at my screen in the darkness of my bedroom.
You: maybe.
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