[Brendon]
I couldn't believe that I had thought of this. I was wondering if anyone would be able to see through it, but, I guess I didn't exactly look as manly as my brothers. It might work.
My parents were cool with him staying at my house for a few nights, but I didn't quite understand why Ryan's dad would hit him for something so petty. He'd explained to me that he was mostly drunk, seeing as we needed to know each other a bit better to pull off this facade. But really? Don't you have to somehow aggravate someone a lot for them to start abusing you when they're drunk? I don't know, I wasn't really interested in finding out what his father was like either.
But what surprised me was that my parents were cool, with me, having a guy stay over. Maybe they secretly thought I was gay, but whatever.
The next day rolled around and we made it to school. We were just outside the gates when I pulled at his arm and turned towards him.
"What do you think everyone will think when they see us walking down the hall hand in hand?" I asked. Ryan shrugged and grabbed my hand. He was new, so obviously he wouldn't care what people thought about the situation. It felt awkward holding a guy's hand, just weird.
We walked down the hallway and my, my did a lot of people look. It was like being a science experiment. I heard whispers, following us. I didn't want to look back, I just continued looking forward, being proud of my fake gayness.
It was when we got to class that questions were going around, especially from Tayla, but I tried my best to ignore her. I got a text about halfway through English from Ryan.
"Hey, there's a lot of talking going on. Still wanna go through with this?" he asked. I texted back "Yes, what other option do I have, even now she's still staring at me."
It got to lunch and we were holding hands again. When Tayla showed up was when things started to get real awkward. She sat down in front of us and I leant over toward Ryan.
"Put your arm around my waist," I whispered and he looked at me in disgust. Seriously, this kid didn't know anything about relationships.
"Just do as I say and put your arm around my waist," after the second go, he understood and did what I said. Tayla just sat there staring at us, more directly me.
"So, when did you turn gay?" She asked.
"I don't think that's any of your business," Ryan replied for me.
"Look Tayla, honestly, you have no right to know. Just because your personal life is publicized everywhere, doesn't mean I want mine to be," I responded.
"It's funny, because the last time we kissed, I knew you weren't gay," she said bluntly eyeing my off like I had something to hide.
"Your point being?" I asked back.
"Have you actually kissed a guy?" she asked. She was really trying to get it out of me.
"uhhh, yes. I have a boyfriend don't I?" I responded. She looked at me blankly and there was only one other thing I could do, I grabbed Ryan's face in mine and I kissed him.
It wasn't anything like I expected, mostly, because Ryan kissed me back. I heard someone start clapping in the cafeteria, and then another until the whole cafeteria was clapping and I pulled away from Ryan, still breathing heavily.
"Wow," I whispered and he just smiled at me in a strangely adoring way. I turned back to Tayla and saw her face going red and then she started to cry. As soon as the first tear rolled down her face, she got up and ran out of the room, leaving the cafeteria applauding us, and me wondering what the hell I just did.