What would the world be like if Gay was right, and straight was wrong? This story follows the lives of a group of friends.

Just as a heads up, I am writing this on a google.docs with my best friend, Emily M. (last name hidden for safety) and you can find her on Tumblr at @artzypaw. We are writing this story together.

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11. Jonathan

I wake up the the next morning and look outside. It is snowing. It is october, but we weren’t supposed to get snow for another week. I put on a coat, and my winter boots. I put on my “No Prob. Llama” shirt. I look in the mirror and comb out my tangled, brown curly hair. I go down stairs where I smell cooking bacon. Louise is making eggs, bacon and toast. I grab some and head towards the door.

“Where are you going mister?” Tiffany yells at me.

“I thought I could get to the bus early, to avoid these two girls that make fun of me.” I reply calmly.

“At least stay for breakfast, your mother has slaved over the stove all morning for us.” She says. “And who are these girls? I may need to speak with their parents.”

“They’re two girls named Grace and Emily.” I say.

“I think I know their mothers and fathers, i’ll speak to them for you.” She says quietly. “Why are you being bullied by kids younger than you anyways?”

“They make fun of me because I’m… straight…” I whisper.

“Ok, well, have fun at school!” She says planting a kiss on my forehead.





As I wait for the buss to pull up, I grunt as the two girls walk towards me. I see the bus at the edge of the street.

“Please hurry up…” I murmur to myself, praying time will have mercy. I thought wrong.

“Jeez,” Emily sighs into her friend's ear, “I thought he was gone for good.”

Watching the two girls stand beside me, the bus finally pulls up and I sprint to my seat.

“Thank God…” As I get myself situated the two girl’s heads pop up from the seats in front of me.

“So, how’s your life going?” Grace asks, a smirk making its way across her face.

“I mean, you must think you’re trapped. No girls to bang and all…” Emily laughs out loud. I smile, because I have a huge crush on her, and seeing her smile makes me happy.

“So, do you like, have no friends?” Grace spat, elbowing Emily in the ribs. She laughs again.

“I have many friends.” I reply solemnly and the two give each other smirks.

“Where are they now?” Emily asks.

“They normally get on near the last stop.” I reply again.

“Okay. So, who out of the two of us would you want to sit next to?” Grace and Emily say in unison. I swallow hard.

“Uh… I-”

“You don't have to, just know that it’s a one time thing that we’re nice to you.” Emily snaps at me.


“Come on, just choose. You’re straight so this shouldn’t be hard! Just think, who’s the prettiest? Who would you-”

“Emily!” I wail before she even finishes her question. “I choose you!”

She blushes, “I’m flattered, but… I am not straight.”

‘Well, I’ve never seen you two kiss. So, prove it.” I state. They look at each other awkwardly,  and lean into each other. Emily then backs up.

“EW NO!  I like you, but not like that!” She shrieks. “I uh, mean, that, uh… I like someone else, yeah. That’s it.”

“Ok then,” I look back outside. The bus finally comes to the last stop. I see Bear get on, and Faith follows closely. They are the last stop, but Anton isn't here, which is strange, because he never, and I mean never misses a day at school. Bear sits beside me and Faith stops at the first bus seat. She’s still upset about me being straight.

“Have you seen Anton?” I ask Bear who looks away.

“No.” I see him tense up at his name. I don’t ask, and enjoy the rest of the ride.



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