Chapter Eight

Story by IanTheFolfy on SoFurry

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Good morning again! This time Ian is warming up to Avi, however Avi has some problems of his own to deal with. Hope you guys enjoy both chapters I uploaded today and don't forget to give me conductive criticism!


Avi p.o.v

So I arrived at my house and immediately bolt upstairs to my room, greeting my father on the way up. I pull out my iPhone 4 from my pocket and place it on my dresser, sitting and waiting there hoping that Ian would text me. Five minutes passed by and I decided to get on Xbox to pass the time when suddenly my phone started buzzing. I instantly dived for it and unlocked it checking the notification screen to see I got a new text. I click on the notification and click on the new message and sure enough it was Ian.

Ian: Hey it's me, Ian.

I nearly faint from excitement because he is talking to me! The guy whom I have shared kisses with. The guy who is unbearably handsome and cute at the same time. The guy who I would have to pray to God to have. I recompose myself to reply to him without scaring him away.

Me: Hi! ^~^

Ian: So I heard from a little birdie that you enjoyed today's GSA meeting. I did too in all honesty but I kinda wanted to have a regular meeting today to help get everything straight in my mind. Hell I don't know if I even am anymore. And here I am ranting to a guy I just met not too long ago about my life.

Wait, did I read that correctly? Is he questioning his sexuality? I read over the text again and again, analyzing it until I come to the conclusion that he is. That would explain his weird behavior about him coming on to me, but at the same time him wanting to stay away from me. So I have two obvious choices, I can either take advantage of him while he's in his confused state of mind, which I really want to do, or I can help him in his time of need. I really like the first choice, but I go with the second choice of helping him because it's the right thing to do, and hopefully I'll woo him over to me like a magnet.

Me: I had a great time too at the GSA meeting, especially when I danced with you :$ If you told me that you were coming I could've warned you ahead of time that we were having an end of the year party, but I'm glad that things went the way they did :) Anyway if you to talk to me about your problems, I'm here to listen, and the reason that you're probably confiding in me is because you think that I probably went through what you're going through. If you want me to help then just ask.

*Ian: Well it all started a few months ago when I was having erotic dreams of men, and I was really confused but I just blew them off. Then recently I was having dreams that I was in them doing, what should I say, participating in homosexual activities with them? Now I'm starting to notice them, like they're starting to become attractive, not like I can tell they're attractive, but rather I'm starting to become attracted to them. I'm starting to become more and more distracted I even forgot Merissa and I's one year anniversary. I have like all this built up gayness in me, and when I met you I released it via kissing you, and I have a freaking girlfriend Jesus Christ I'm terrible! Sorry if that makes you uncomfortable or whatever. *

Me: Well I don't mind it in all honestly I kinda like it :$ Anyway I never had any dreams or anything like that; I knew that I was different in that I liked both guys and gals. There are times when I do; however, doubt my sexual orientation where I feel like I'm gay or straight not Grrrraight! (bad pun I know). But that's all a part of life; we're living in what is notably the most frustrating and confusing time of our lives. Damn hormones are bouncing off the walls making us having all these sexual desires and I think the only way to solve them is to find a way to do something productive so that you're too busy to act upon your sexual desires. In my case I would advise to you experiment with both sexes, but seeing how you're just merely a freshman, you ought to wait until junior or senior year.

Ian: Aye, aye captain!

So I'm an optimal choice for Ian. Good. No not good, this is great. We continue texting each other until he has to go to soccer camp, in which I then continue playing the campaign for Call of Duty: Ghosts. I'm enjoying myself considering the possibility of united a Federation of Latin American countries invades the US. I would have never thought that Latin America would unify, let alone be strong enough to be at a stalemate with the United States. And I like how they're called THE Federation, like they're the stuff, because when I first heard Federation soldiers I immediately thought of the Russian Federation thinking that they were Russians, because come on, most if not all Call of Duty games feature Russia as an enemy. I reach the part where it's an old reconnaissance mission in which the Logan's father and his team infiltrate the Federation when all of a sudden I get a text. I pause the game and look over at my phone to see who texted me. My heart races when I see who it is.

Braxton: Hey.

I suddenly get all these feelings of love and anger and sadness, just spinning around all inside me like clothes in a dryer.

Me: I thought we agreed to never speak again.

Braxton: I was just checking up on you. I still want us to be friends Avi.

Me: You know as well as I do that that can't happen. I still have feelings for you Braxton, don't you understand? If we become friends it will only make it more awkward between you and me because I know I can't have you, but I need you Braxton. I still love you.

Braxton: Well I'm sorry Avi but you know the reason why we broke up. You're still important to me, and I still care about you, that's why I want to remain friends.

Me: It's not my fault I don't have boobs and a vagina! You know what screw you Braxton and don't ever talk to me ever again!

Braxton texts me again but I don't even bother looking at. I throw my phone at the wall, not caring whether or not it breaks I'm so upset. Tears stream down my face and I cry into my pillow and just scream all the pain away. Just when I thought I could move on and forget about him, he always snakes his way back into my life, and although he tries to help me, he only ends up hurting me. The crying has made me so drowsy that I close my eyes and pray that tomorrow will be a better day.