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: Witchangel here, AGAIN. I know I haven't updated my other stories and there are angry mobs with torches and pitchforks after me but I realized I have trouble writing stories with multiple chapters because I can never remember to update them. So I decided to create a line of uni-chapter stories. This one is called Spirals. A recent situation encouraged and inspired me to write this. This story is supposed to be a little dramatic but, me being the author, I guess its just about a certain boy with green eyes and black hair who realizes that he is confused about his sexuality and doesn't know what to do about it. If it sounds too stupid, let me know. Because it's hard writing in a guy's point of view if you're a girl.Disclaimer
: I do not own Harry Potter or any other of the characters so go screw yourself if you think you can sue me. Enjoy!Spirals
Gay. That's right, gay. Never thought you'd see the day when that becomes one of the adjectives of Harry Potter's characteristics, eh? Well face it, because gay is pretty much how I'm feeling at the moment. But I didn't just jump up one day and said, "I'm gay!" No, this took some thinkingloads of thinking. It started off with jealousy. Jealousy of Cedric Diggory. The good looks, tame hair, perfect eyes, and a smile that turned any girl's head at any place or time. I guess it was just all my bloody rotten luck that I was stuck with un-comb-able hair, sickly green eyes, and a cheesy grin that could turn mirrors away or just make snappish comments at me. Why couldn't I have the quote-un-quote "Muscled up" body frame? Why was I stuck with the lank, dorky look? I always felt like I shrank whenever I stand next to Ron, or any other boy in my year. This jealousy escalated into wanting. Wanting of those bodies, the hair, the face. But not just as my own physical trait. I needed them with me, on me. Skin contact. Close enough for me to inhale their scent. This simple thought was so arousing. But, then again, so was the thought of most girls, right? I mean, think about it. Cho is beautiful but she just puts the ho' in Cho' so she was out the picture. Lavender, Parvati, Padma, and Hermione were other beautiful girls. Just the right movements and gestures would knock any guy's socks off. And I wouldn't mind getting in bed with either one of them and screwing them senseless. I know it's a dirty thought but it's one of the few things that can get my mind off of boys. The real predicament is the fact that I haven't told anybody. I wouldn't know how. I sure as hell can't tell Ron. I mean, what would I say? Hi, Ron? Did you get the Potions homework? By the way, I lust after you!' Forget about it. I would be able to tell Hermione and no one else for now. Not even Dumbledore. Even though, with his Occlumency skills, he'd probably see right through me. Oh no! What if I have a run-in with Voldemort? He's almost as good as Dumbledore in Occlumency. He'd make sure it would be made public. But this won't last for longI hope. Maybe it's just a phase and I wouldn't have to tell anybody at all! I'm just so unsure. This whole situation has me spiraling into confusion. My whole brain is scattered and when I try to pull my thoughts together, they just form a big question mark. So what can I say about myself? Gay? Maybe. Insane? Likely. Confused? Very.
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: So? Whaddid ya think? Was it good? Please review! I'm begging you. And I won't burden you with the suspense of waiting for another chapter because this is one of those one-chapter stories. Review and you'll be awarded later in life! Ciao!