Hey guys, what's up?
Today on Fez's adventures in gay: I'm either asexual or bisexual. Uh huh, lots or nothing. Basically I kind of want to come out to my friends, cos' I know that they will be chill with it, whichever one I say I am. But if it turns out I'm the other, and I have to say I'm that, then they wont take me seriously.
And i would say I'm asexual and while they could be okay, its a little known sexuality and while they are pretty accepting, they could say all the obvious stuff like 'Ha, so you're broken/like a plant/ or other shit' And there's all the stereotypes like I joke about sex and stuff and that probably help even though asexuality is not wanting sex.
And if I come out as one and then figure out the other its a pretty big difference, seeing as I don't know if what I'm feeling half of the time is romantic or sexual attraction. And then there's fecking gender which is the same shit of genderfluid or agender and I wouldn't be able to pass as either. And okay I'm shaking now. And then there's the rest of my year who will not take it seriously and if my friends don't take me seriously half the class will definitely not and while none of them have mentioned anything about not liking asexuality/thinking its an actual thing if they make fun of it- okay I'm going to try and stop shaking now shit.
And in other news, don't stay out in the cold for more than two hours, trainer socks and converse with holes are not warm against 4C. My feet are dead and sore.
Okay, okay. Time for the story.
"I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be vio-let sky!"
Castiel Novak slowly opened his eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling and even more unfamiliar singing. The sound of a shower pattered against the tile in the next room.
Not to mention how bad it was.
"I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like!"
Castiel groaned and let his head drop onto the pillow. Mika, really? And Grace Kelly no less.
Castiel's father had forced him on this trip, a school holiday to France and the surrounding D-Day relics. Castiel knew it was just because he wanted him out of the house, so he could sort out all the business with Emmanuel from the past week.
Castiel's family was religious, his older sister, Naomi go abroad to teach African children about God and his little sister Hannah, who was being forced by their father to memorise passages of the Bible, before she had even started school. It wasn't that Castiel was a Satan-Worshipper, he had... Gone detached from his religion, after parts of it began to preach about how homosexuality was a sin.
Castiel, the son of a pastor (who wasn't strictly homophobic) had been found kissing the rival pastor's son, Emmanuel, around the back of the church. Hannah had found him, and ran to their father who managed to quieten her before she yelled that her older brother was kissing Emmanuel.
His father was trying to convince Hannah that she had seen nothing, for the past three days, while Emmanuel had texted Castiel that he was going to a church camp.
It hadn't even meant anything, Castiel thought angrily, twisting in his hard bed, trying to cover his ears from being damaged from his room-mate in the shower.
They had been talking, simply about how the West Boreas Baptist Church had unleashed a new claim about homosexuality and how it would kill people. Castiel was saying something about how the six worst words in the history of the Earth was 'You will be rewarded in Heaven' when Emmanuel leaned in further and further and finally kissed him.
Word had spread across the school after that, saying how Castiel was a faggot and a queer and a hundred other worse names. All the boys on the trip had been crossing their fingers, hoping not to be roomed with the cock sucker, and sneering at him from across the dining room where the class had been placed while the room keys were passed around. In the end, Castiel had been paired with Dean Winchester of all people, with big green eyes, perfect pink lips and a smile that promised worse to come. If one boy in that entire room was straight as a pin, it would be Dean Winchester.
All the boys in the room had pityingly patted Dean on the back as they both went up the stairs together, Charlie, his one friend on this trip, gave him a reassuring smile rom where she was sat with Meg, her room-mate.
But when they got into their room, Castiel flinching past Dean, clutching his suitcase, as the taller boy held the door open from him, Dean didn't ask him if the rumours were true, or warned him to stay away from him in fear of 'catching' gayness, or anything that Castiel expected, he simply slumped on the bed that wasn't Castiel and looked at him.
"Do you like AC/DC?" He asked, and if there was one question that Castiel was not expecting, it was that one.
Castiel nodded, more of a jerk of the head, and swallowed hard. "Y-yeah. They're okay."
Dean let out a huff of breath and Castiel wondered if he had passed a test.
"Thank God. I was gunna ask for a room change if you didn't." he joked, getting up and copying Castiel as he lifted his suitcase on his bed and began unpacking.
"What, so you're not going ask to get another room away from the homo?" Castiel muttered under his breath, not really meaning for Dean to hear.
The other boy made a noise of surprise and Castiel jerked his head up to stare at the boy who stood opposite him, realising far too late that he had practically admitted to being gay.
He shook his head hard, backing towards what he hoped was the bathroom. "I didn't mean I was-"
Dean set down the pair of jeans he was holding, and frowned.
"I don't have a problem with it, mate. Don't worry." Castiel froze, his hand on the bathroom door handle and he swallowed again hard.
"You're not going to lynch me in the middle of the night?" Why was he saying these things? Give the kid some ideas, eh Castiel?
But Dean laughed, exposing his tanned throat and Castiel found himself looking at the strip of clear skin.
"Of course not."
Castiel was torn way from remembering the previous day to even more harmonious din from the bathroom.
"Sucking too hard on your lollipop, loves gunna get you down." Castiel groaned. Oh god, that song was awful. But, taking his head out from under the pillow, he had to admit that Dean's singing was okay. Possibly a little better than okay.
But the singing was abruptly cut of by a loud crash.
Castiel sprung up, feet planted on the cold lino floor; grit, sand and dust stuck to his feet as he fast-walked to the bathroom door. The sudden silence was only broken by the constant pouring of the shower. It didn't sound like anything was under the stream.
"Dean?" he called. There was no answer.
Castiel panicked, and hit the door with his shoulder, knocking rapidly.
There was still silence and Castiel rammed the door once more before he managed to dislodge the shitty lock and stepped into the bathroom, full of the scent of berries and soap.
"Dean?" The tawny-haired boy was slumped on the step, half out of the raised floor of the shower, the curtain pulled down.
Castiel made a scared noise and covered the meter or so between him and Dean with two strides, crouching next to the, oh now he noticed, naked boy.
Dean shifted his head, looking up at Castiel with unfocused eyes. A trail of blood and water trickled down his forehead.
"You broke the door down." he slurred. "That was ho-"
Castiel stood up and ran both hands through his hair, eyes frozen on the injured boy in front of him.
"Fuck."
"My singing wasn't that bad." That didn't even make sense, he could have concussion. He could be dying, a blood clot, ammonia, spinal damage. Fuck.
Castiel stumbled back to the door, grabbing the handle of the front door to their tiny set of rooms and stepped out into the hallway, clad in grey pyjamas with cartoon bees on the trouser and a large one the front of his T-Shirt.
"Miss! There's been an accident!" He yelled, the boys in the room opposite him coming out and squealing like five-year-olds when they realised 'It's the homo!' and that they were shirtless, leaving their possibly injured friend for scrambling back into their room, as not to catch the disease.
A teacher came running out of a room further up the corridor, in pyjamas even worse than Castiel's. She walked slowly, telling each room to get back inside. Castiel heard a groan from the bathroom and he burst out with, "Dean fell, he's bleeding, hurry up!"
The teacher began to run.
More will be up either tonight or tomorrow. Leave advice on the first AN, in the reviews? Anything?
Have a great day, really really do. You are the master/mistress of your life, go kiss your crush, compliment someone on their hair, dye your hair blue (I'm not taking responsibility, or any angry parents yelling at me) go live your life like you want to.
'I wonder why the birds stay in one place, when they can go anywhere in the world.
Then I ask myself the same.'
-Some Dude.
Fez.
