Hey guys! Me again! lol I have some pretty good feelings for this short story and I can't wait for you guys to read it. If I finished the First actual chapter today, I'll upload it!

But before you read, let me make a few things clear.

1) This is a romantic comedy, If anything I write gets out of line, or is offensive to any of you, let me know.
2) Please Don't send hate for the idea, again comedy! I am 100% supporter of gay rights, and I mean no offense to anyone while writing this.
3) I think that's it, enjoy!

Rated T for vulgar language and terms, content, and extremely weird humor.

Prologue

Growing up I was always told I was a bit on the feminine side. My brothers were the baddest and the toughest, and I was just... me.

Maybe it was the long, blonde hair that always seemed to look perfect, according to every girl I knew. Maybe it was my blue eyes, they were not as dark as my brother's green, or mysterious as the eldest's red. Maybe I was just one who too much pride in the knowledge I held. Or the fact that I was too socially awkward to make a conversation with, let alone even look at, someone of the opposite gender.

Whatever it was, it always came down the stereotypical adjective used to describe almost every aspect of one's everyday life.

Gay.

For some reason or the other, the title followed me my entire life. It started in middle school, with a simple slip up from Butch, that spiky-haired brute! He was the only one who called me it until he threw a football at me in gym class and I cried because it bent my fingers back.

After that it just stuck. People, even those who knew me, constantly teased me those next two years, until I got to high school that is.

High school seemed to be every drama queen, slut, attention whore, and gay guy's dream. Word had spread around and I had already made friends on the first day of high school. Who knew girls would do anything to have someone they thought was gay at their side.

There was only one problem. I wasn't really gay. I was into girl's one hundred and ten percent, and there was one girl that I would give my life for. Bubbles Utonium. The most beautiful girl in the school.

I spent four years as nothing but a shadow to her small clique of a few close friends and her sisters. During one year, I managed to make some conversation to her in our chemistry class, we wouldn't consider each other friends though. Or well she wouldn't.

Which leads me to where I am right now; on the couch of my shared apartment with a bottle of scotch in one hand and a pint of Ben 'n' Jerry's in the other, watching sad movies, and embracing my inner fake gay guy with my roommate, Jay.

To understand the moment completely, you have to rewind my life to a couple of months back, when I was the hundred percent gay guy who was known for that, and only that. Back to the moment when my life got turned upside down. Back to the day in which I met Jay Marie Rivera, the craziest Spanish girl to ever live.