I decided this story was a lot harder to tell just through journal entries, so I had to add some real fic to it. Hopefully you all enjoy it.
Monday slowly rolled around and Dave made his way through the crowded halls to his locker. He was determined to not let someone get to him; he was one of the top dogs at the school after all. Azimio passed him in the hall, slapping him a high five and stopped at his locker.
"Sup bro," Dave asked, opening his locker.
"Nothin' man. School should just die," Azimio murmured as he watched a small piece of paper float gently to the floor. "What's that?"
Dave followed Az's gaze to the floor and shrugged.
"No idea."
Azimio reached down, picking it up and unfolding it. His eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes flicked up to Dave, narrowing a bit.
"What's it say?" Dave questioned, grabbing t he paper out of his hands. He read it quickly, face growing hot. "I..what the fuck?"
Az shrugged slightly and clapped Dave on the back. "If you wanna be gay, go for it. No one's stopping you."
Dave's mouth hung open at the extremely unexpected sentiment. His eyes darted around to the passerby's in the crowded hallway to see if anyone had heard. He didn't think they did. He leaned in close to Az, who Dave expected to move away, thinking he was 'gross', but he didn't.
"I'm not gay dude."
"Whatever you say. Just….don't try to get with me. I ain't like that."
"I…Don't worry. You're not exactly my type dude."
"Fucking racist," Azimio shoved Dave playfully and sighed. "Seriously though dude, it's not like we all haven't guessed. You've never had a girlfriend. You never talk about how hot girls are. You look at Puckerman like he's some kinda meat. You're a looker in the locker room. Kinda obvious."
Dave's face grew hot as he scanned the dwindling crowd. One everyone else was gone from the hall, he spoke again. "Thanks dude….I dunno what I expected from you, but I'm pretty sure it involved a trip to the hospital and lotsa stitches."
"Nice to know you think of me as that kinda person."
"Dude, you bashed Hummel and Hudson with me all the time last year. Saying all this homophobic shit. How was I supposed to know any different?"
"I only said that shit because you did. I don't got a problem with it. My brother's gay. Him and his boyfriend are fucking cool ass people."
"Dude…"
Azimio shook his head. "Gotta get to class. See ya at practice?"
" 'course."
Monday
January 24th, 2011
That was a fuck of a lot easier to do that me telling him myself. I dunno who put that note in my locker, but I'm kinda glad he did. This kinda thing makes you wonder who your real friends are, y'know? Like…if I tell people, who is gonna freak and who will be chill about it? I dunno about the rest of the football team, but they usually follow whatever Az and I have to say…so hopefully they're chill about it.
My parents though…fuck, I can't even imagine. I don't think my mom would really have that big of a problem with it. She has a lot of gay friends she talks about all the time. She doesn't exactly think it's wrong with them but this is me. Her son…she might not like it that much then. And my dad….goddamn that man is fucking scary when he gets mad. I don't even wanna think about what he'd do, but it'd probably be a little something like what I imagined Az doing. I guess it's best to just not tell them—or anyone else—for the time being. Although, Az finding out made me feel like two hundred times better. It even made me kinda wanna apologize to the fairy. I dunno.
Oh and I got a call from Home Depot. I start tomorrow after school. Kinda excited but they're sticking me as a cashier. God I don't wanna do that shit. You actually have to act like you like people. Whatever.
Night.
