Hey guys! I'm sorry to do this, but I hated how dramatic and stupid this story sounded. I am rewriting this to make it to where I can update more frequently. I am even going to change the title, so yes this is Road to Love blah blah blah. Don't worry I'm definitely not changing anything important. The previous chapter was bashing Tootie, and making it look like Timmy was going to be with Chester. To be honest I can't see Timmy and Chester, so sorry to disappoint. Tootie, I figured that she doesn't deserve the hatred. She honestly doesn't, so I made her a friend of Timmy's.


Timmy's Pov

Empty.

That's what I will describe this feeling as, because it's all I could think of. Ever since my 16 birthday, I have been feeling this weird and empty pain. It's to hard to put my finger on, but I feel that I had lost something very important that I use to hold close and dear to me. I wake up every morning to the harsh and cruel comments of my parents. I am 18, and yes, I am gay. I have lost one of my friends and both of my parents about a year ago; when I had 'come out of the closet'. Chester, my only guy friend, had come out to me at fifteen; yes, it was very awkward, but I had accepted him. Sadly though, AJ had not. It got more and more awkward with me and AJ throughout that year, because of Chester's sexuality. Finally he and I just stopped talking after I had realized, I can't look at Trixie Tang, or any girl for that matter, with out thinking of Chip Skylark bending me over. Yes, that delicious hunk of man meat is the thing that turned me into a raging, flaming homosexual. I think that man can turn any boy into one; he is just that sexy. Tootie, my crazy stalker, turned out to be not that bad; she is now the best girl friend I have. In fact she is my only friend that is a girl. I never had realized that there was so much bigotry in my school. Good thing I'm so close to graduating, so very close. Just one more year, I keep telling myself, but it feels like a decade.

My look has changed, still kept the pink though. What can I say, it just grew on me. One thing that I thought I would never wear I'm wearing them now. I fell in love with skinny jeans. I never knew how comfortable they could be, especially the tight ones. They are just so unbelievably comfortable. My pink hat had been sadly replaced though. I felt bad as I grew too old for it, so I still keep it in my closet, tucked way in a safe place. I wear this pink cadet-looking hat now. It's kind of nice.


"So why are you here today?" my therapist asked me. Yes, I have a therapist. My parents are the kind of people who think it is a 'choice' to be homosexual, and that I'm just doing this to spite them. Ugh, they are just retarded, like they always have been.

"I snuck out to spend the night with Chester."

She let out a heavy sigh. "... Your parents are wasting their money."

"I know."

She stared at me like I was an abused puppy put out in the rain. One thing that really gets on my nerves is when people feel sorry for me. I let out a long aggravated sigh.

"Don't look at me like that, it pisses me off."

I didn't mean for it to sound as snappy and angry as it came out, but I just went with it anyway. It's her fault anyway. She should know my personality by now. Don't be so retarded woman. I use retarded way too much.

"I'm sorry; would you like to talk about something else?" She said a little shocked.

"Not really." I replied.

"Ok, remember to call me when the depression starts kicking in. I don't want you hurt."

"I will." I lied, giving her a fake cheery smile. With that, I picked up my coat and headed for the exit.


When I got home my parents were salsa dancing. I went past them into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Mom saw me, but didn't care as much to stop and ask me how my day was. I walked over and opened the fridge. Originally I was looking for yogurt, but saw pizza instead. So I just will make that instead. As my pizza is thawing, I checked my messages in my phone. Apparently Chester has something important to tell me, because I have 32 fucking missed calls from him and a text that says "Call me."

Up in my room, I set my pizza on my new desk and dialed Chester's number. He picked up on the first ring.

"Dude, you finally are calling?"

"I had therapy today, remember? I told you this morning." I replied defensively.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's alright. So what's so important that you had to call me 32 times?"

"AJ"

"Really, this again? I have told you to forget about him. He will never change his mind and you know this, Chester. He hates us, ever since freshman year."

"I know! I can't help it dude. I saw him staring at me today and I think he might actually have some feelings for me."

"You're getting your hopes up. AJ is as straight as straight can be. Are you sure it wasn't a look of disgust? Did you pay attention to his facial features?"

"…no."

"Call me when something actually happens then. You scare me when you call that much."

"Sorry man, I'll talk to you in the morning. My dad's trying to get sleep, and I'm apparently being too loud."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

I set down my phone and finished my pizza. I got up and walked over to my bathroom. A poster of Chip Skylark was staring at me, and I had to kiss it. I know what you're thinking. What the fuck Timmy? I am obsessed, shut up.