[BoyxBoy] ✓ I Fell In Love With An Emo Boy

4. BLACK BOX

"Wait, he's a fag?!" I exclaimed as I stared at Timothy's laptop. I had just looked up this Oscar Wilde guy to find a poem that wasn't totally sissy and then I find out this!

"You should really stop saying that word."

"Why? Does it hit you where it hurts?"

"It's not a word to just throw around."

"Of course you would say that." I got up from the bed. "You're one of them. I mean, look at this," I pointed at the Tokio Hotel poster on the wall. "Guys in makeup, the tight clothes, long hair. It's a fucking disgrace."

"How does it affect you what other people wear?"

"Well, I'm the one that has to look at it, aren't I?"

Timothy chuckled. "Look the other way!"

"Ugh! You disgust me!"

"Look, all you have to do is pick a few poems-"

"No way! I'm not reciting poems from a-"

I looked into Timothy's demanding eyes.

"You know what I mean. I'm getting enough crap from my friends as is."

Timothy sighed and lay down on his bed. "And why's that?"

"Because you insist on wearing that homo-uniform!"

"And your friends judge you based on who you have to do an assignment with and what that person is wearing?"

I sighed. He just didn't get it.

"They sound more gay than I do..."

"Dude! Don't fucking start with me, okay?"

Bitch boy smirked. "Or else?"

I was about to lunge at him when the door opened.

"Look what I found," Joe strugglingly  pushed a mattress into the room.

"Here, I'll help." I single-handedly lifted the mattress into the room. I glanced at Timothy to see if he was looking but the only thing he was looking at was his phone. He smiling so bright again. Damn Australian.

"Thanks, Josh." Joe said.

"No problem."

"How's the project coming along?"

I grimaced. "Fine."

"Alright buds. Don't go to sleep too late, okay?"

"Yeah sure, dad." Timothy mumbled absently without looking up from his phone.

Joe and I sighed in unison.

Joe smirked at me. "Goodnight. I'm right next door if you need anything." He smacked my arm.

"Thanks." I was honestly not used to this. A caring father.. huh.

I closed the door and faced the devil's spawn himself.

Why did he feel the need to constantly be in contact with that guy?! He'd been over a few hours ago!

I stood in front of him. My body cast a shadow over him but he didn't look up. I shook my head and snatched the phone out of his hands.

"Hey!" Timothy finally looked at me.

"Let's see what you're so busy with, oh you're texting that Australian guy, I'm shocked!"

I walked to the other side of the room.

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊<3: I miss u so much bbz