Dave

From Fancy: They've just come into The Lima Bean, accusing me of 'giving you some form of gay'. I did my best to not say the wrong thing. I hope they don't give you any hell for this. Sorry if they do.

I couldn't believe those guys! And why was Kurt apologising? I should be apologising to him for getting him involved in all this shit. I had to go and do something stupid like hug him. And hugging isn't exactly the gayest thing I could of done. I've hugged the football guys before, just as friends. But I guess when you're hugging someone who you're meant to have bullied and they're meant to be terrified of you, then it's not normal. And apparantly if the person you're hugging is gay then that all of a sudden makes you gay.

Well... I am gay, but that's not the point. The point is that Kurt didn't turn me gay by hugging me and I was confused as to why the guys jumped to that conclusion. It made me worry. I wondered if they knew. If they did, then they would use it against me, they would make my life hell, I was sure of it. It's not like I could deny it. I didn't mind avoiding the situation all together, working around so I didn't make them too suspicous. I didn't mind lying to avoid accusations. But I don't think I could deny it. If Azimio had came up to me today and said 'Dude, I know you're gay,' I wouldn't have been able to deny it.

I'd finally gone inside the house, to find my mother rushing around with a duster, cleaning the already spotless bookshelf. This wasn't a good sign. If we was cleaning things that were already clean, then it meant we were having somebody over for dinner. She was humming a hym as she went and finally looked up to see me hovering in the doorway.

'Hello David! I didn't see you there. Now pop upstairs and get washed up, we're having Mr and Mrs Duncan over.'

I groaned. Mr and Mrs Duncan were this snotty couple from mum and dads church who lived and breathed religion. I was once forced to baby sit their son, Henry, who's 9. Not only did I not get paid a dime, but I spent the whole night being kicked and jumped all over. I sure was hoping he wouldn't be coming over tonight.

I never understood why mum and dad invited people from their church over. It's always the same. They come around, look down at me because I don't normally go to church on Sundays, tell Lauren how much of an angel she is, eat food, criticise my life choices and then leave.

I remember last time when Mr and Mrs Duncan came around and they were asking me what I wanted to do when I left school and I told them I was hoping to get a sports scholarship. They then went on to tell me about how my sports must be the reason that I'm not so perfect like Lauren and how it interferes with studying Christianity and all this crap.

Long story short, tonight was going to be hell.

I was just pulling on one of my few dress shirts when the doorbell echoed through the house. I heard my mum calling us down to greet our guests. I sighed and stalked out of my bedroom, taking my time to descend the stairs. I walked through to the living room to find Mr and Mrs Duncan seated on our sofa. Thank God they didn't bring the brat, Henry, with them!

'Hello Mr and Mrs Duncan,' I greeted as I walked further into the room. They nodded towards me, but other than that barely acknowledged me before returning to their previous converstation.

I thought it strange that everyone always referred to them so formally. I have never once heard anybody call them by their first names. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if their first names were Mr and Mrs.

My mother came into the living room to tell us that dinner was on the table and we all made our way to the dining room. I sat down in my usual place and was all ready to eat, but I knew that being all religious and crap the Duncan's would want to say grace.

I was starving by the time I was actually given permission to eat, and didn't hesitate to tuck in.

'So David,' Mrs Duncan began, turning to face me whilst piercing a potato with her fork. 'Are you still into all this football mellarkey?'

I finished my mouthful before answering. 'Erm, yes. Football season began a while back.' She looked down her nose at me, her eyebrows knotting together.

'I'm so glad that my Henry isn't into all this rough and tough football nonsense. If you ask me, there's something not quiet right about a group of boys running around, getting all sweaty and jumping ontop of one another. In fact it sounds quiet discusting. No, our Henry, he prefers more sophisticated sports. In fact he's recently joined a croquet team.' I focused out of Mrs Duncan's ramble and looked around the table. Nobody seemed to be that interested, but where all putting on their listening disguise. I could tell that Lauren was disguising yawns by pretending to wipe her mouth with a napkin.

When dinner was over, I knew more about Henry than I ever had before. In fact, everything I did wasn't as good as their sons. Or Lauren's for that matter. When I was asked about my grades, I told them I averaged a B, which I thought was pretty decent. Mr Duncan decided to add to that 'Didn't Lauren get straight A's?' and Mrs Duncan stated something about Henry being so smart that other students are starting to ask him to tutor them.

God I was so glad when they'd left. I raced upstairs, yanking at the buttons of the now uncomfortable shirt and, when I reached my room and closed the door, let it fall to the floor. I quickly puled on a white t-shirt and replaced my trousers with some tracksuit bottoms. I lay on my bed and reached out for my phone, which was laying on my bedside table. I was suddenly aware that I'd not texted Kurt back earlier and rushed to do so.

'Sorry I didn't text back. Had dinner with some church go-ers who have decided that I'm probably going to rot in hell for playing sport and not having straight A's. I'm really sorry about Azimio and the guys. I don't get why they're approaching you with all that shit. And don't worry about them giving me hell. I just hope that they don't give you hell.'

As the text sent, there was a soft knock on my door. I called for whoever it was to come in and Lauren poked her head around the door.

'Lauren? What do you want?' I guessed she'd come to gloat about her perfectness, but she looked apologetic and innocent.

'Dave, I need to ask you something,' she asked. There was a serious tone to her voice, and it made my heartbeat speed up as she closed the door behind her and walked over to sit in my desk chair. Crap! She knew, didn't she? How the hell did she find out? Did Az tell her? Or Az's sister?

'Dave, I know we've never really been that close. In fact, we just about put up with each other. But recently I've noticed that you're behaving differently and I think... I think I know why.'

Okay, she definitely knew! I had no idea what to do. I wasn't going to be able to deny it. I guess I could just ask her not to tell anybody. Would she do that for me? I wasn't exactly her favourite person. I had no idea what to do. So I sat there and waited for it to hit me. It was just my sister. If the worst came to the worst then I could easily bribe her. I knew more dirt about her than she knew about me.

Lauren took a deep breath. 'Is it because you feel bad when people compare you to me?'

I couldn't help but laugh. That's what she thought? God, it was such a relief but it was so funny at the same time.

'No Lauren! I honestly couldn't care less when people compare you and I. I get it, you got straight A's and you went to a great college, but who cares? I'm really not that bothered,' I gushed.

She smiled, but then looked at me with a concerning glare. 'So... why have you been acting differently?'

I kind of hoped she wouldn't ask that. I muttered the first thing that came to my head. 'School stuff.'

It wasn't the best explaination. Actually, it was the most vague explaination that I'd ever offered, but it was easier than giving her the real story.

'School stuff hmm? Have you got a girlfriend?'

'No.' There was something wrong with how fast I'd denied that and I could see she'd noticed. I was so crap at acting naturally.

'You like someone?' she continued.

'Something like that.' My short answers really weren't doing me any good. If it weren't only 8 then I would of moaned about needing to sleep because I was really tired and all that, but it wasn't that easy and I couldn't find a way to get out of this conversation.

'Tell me? I won't tell anyone, I promise.C'mon Davey!' Huh, Davey. She hadn't called me that since I was, like, 13.

'No! It doesn't matter. Look, I'm going to get a drink and when I come back up, you'd better be gone!' I moaned.

I literally ran downstairs, trying my best to avoid my parents, and went to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water and then carefully took it out of the room and back up the stairs. I hoped Lauren wouldn't still be in my room, but when I went in she was. I was all prepared to start yelling and kick her out, when I saw she was sat at my desk, staring at something. I peered to see the object in her hands.

Crap, it was my phone.

'Give that here!' I demanded. She turned to see me in the door. She looked shocked. What the fuck had she been reading.

'What are you doing on my phone?' I inquired, before rushing over and snatching it from her grip to see what she was reading.

I had a new message. It was from Kurt.

From Fancy: Church go-ers huh? Sounds like my kind of hell. And don't worry about me. I'm fine, just preparing someverbal abuse for if those jerks tell anyone you're gay. I'm sure you could kick their butts, but I find words are more effective ;]

I read it a couple of times before I registered that my sister had read it. Before I could explain, I felt a surge of anger kick in.

'Why were you reading my texts!' I yelled in a hushed tone, hoping mum and dad wouldn't hear.

I realised Lauren still hadn't spoken since I'd got back up and now she looked like she was having difficult trying to.

'I-I It v-vibrated and I th-thought it might be s-some girl or someth-thing and I o-only wanted to know who i-it was,' she stammered. I threw my phone down on the bed and put my hands to my head. This could not be happening to me.

'Dave.' Her voice was a bit more confident now. 'I-is it true?'

I didn't answer her. I didn't know how to say it. I didn't think I could say it. Lauren and I had never been close enough to share secrets like this.

'Dave,' she repeated. 'I won't tell anyone if it is. I promise. I j-just wanted to know.'

Could I trust her? Well I guess she pretty much knew anyway. So I nodded.

'Yes Lauren. It's true.'

For some reason, I really wanted to add this in. I'm not that sure why? Anyway hope you enjoyed it and feel free to correct any mistakes or whatever I've made ;P