Another Name For Cigaretts (P1)
Short Story by: xxemoxbfsxx
I sat in the caffeteria reading my book 'Chicken Soup For the Gay Guy's Soul', trying to understand how my best friend, Nate could be gay. He had told me last Sunday at the ice cream parlor, he kept being all serious, then I realised he had something to say. He just blurted it out really fast in a high-pitched tone. As if he had planned our whole day of going to the park then getting ice cream just to tell me. I'm not even sure if I could stand a gay wedding, or Nate kissing another guy.
All of the sudden I heard someone clearing their throat. There was Daniel in all his 6-foot-3-inches of pale, lanky amazingness. Gosh, then he had those deep green eyes and all that black hair cut into long jagged spikes, that I swear only he could pull off.Too bad his sister, Juliet, would would get pissed if I dated her brother. She used to be my friend, but she's a bitch now. I looked up at Daniel and sighed.
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