When I tell you this is a romance story, you might think: Sweet! Who’s the lucky lady? Well guess what? We’re both boys. Hi I’m a bit stressed, don’t mind me. Chapter 8 I try to make both the beds, straightening the sheets. But I’m not very good at it. (No surprise there) I shove my dirty clothes under my bed, and kinda brush my hair. Except the comb gets stuck in the shoulder-length mass of dark-brown. I pull it out, and just pile some gel in my hair. I throw on a clean shirt, and mostly clean, tight, jeans. I exhale, and sit down on my mostly made bed. Arch is moving in tonight. Arch is moving in tonight! I leap up from the bed and shove anything embarrassing into my backpack. Example: dirty underpants, nail polish, and some guilty pleasures that I’m not telling you. After cleaning everything I go through, and clean it again. Then again. I glance at my posters on the wall. Wicked, Be More Chill, Six, Hamilton. I don’t want to seem like a stereotypical gay musical nerd. Even though, I guess that’s what I am. I stare at the posters a little longer. Who cares what Arch thinks anyway? Me. The door opens. “Hey Ace.” Arch waves. I blush. “Uh—um, hi, Arch?” I wince listening to my voice crack. He sits down on the bed that I kinda made. It creaks. Cue the awkward silence. “I really like Wicked.” Arch comments, pointing at the poster. “Uh, yeah! Thanks! I’ve seen it a bunch, once at Broadway, it was so cool, um, I think, there’s a movie? I’m excited for that. Isn’t Ariana Grande going to play Glinda? That’d be so cool. I ship Glinda and Elphaba, is that weird?” I trip over my words, and inwardly curse my dumb mouth when I mention the lesbian ship. “Uh. Not really?” Arch replies. He doesn’t say anything else. “I’m gay.” I say, because I can’t hold it in. Shoot shoot shoot. Why did I say that? I’m so dumb. “What—“ Arch starts. But I’ve already left the room. I tear open the door to Thorne’s place. “Uh, hi?” They’re confused. “I embarrassed myself in front of Arch, I told him I’m gay, and I don’t know what to do.” I sob, because I am a pure weakling. “Chill out Ace.” Thorne rubs their face. “Ok, 1. Arch isn’t a homophobe. He was my roommate, remember? 2. Arch definitely isn’t straight.” I stare at Thorne with my mouth wide open. “Arch… is queer?”
It’s short, sorry. I have a lot going on irl.
