Chapter Ten:

I stared at myself in the body mirror, picking out every flaw I had.
My hair wasn't as neat as it should be. I didn't quite fill out my outfit like I had been hoping. I looked extremely tired (thanks to Daddy). And my nose looked a lot more prominent than it usually did.
I was a mess.
I heard a knock on my door and I mumbled a quiet come in. Dad opened the door and walked inside, smiling when he saw me.
"I don't think you've ever looked fancier," Dad told me.
I shrugged and tightened my bow tie for probably the fourth time. I straightened out my vest again and watched Dad as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, fixing things that I had somehow missed.
"You know, I wish I didn't miss out on my homecoming's. I was too depressed to do anything like this so I stayed home and slept the night away. But, you, I'm glad you're getting out there and doing these things," Dad told me. He backed away and turned me around so I was facing him. He grabbed ahold of my shoulders and gripped them tightly.
"Please have fun, Oliver," Dad told me.
I nodded and let him hug me. He squeezed me tightly, tighter than he usually would. When he pulled away, he again, fixed anything he saw wrong with my outfit however he avoided eye contact with me.
He and I eventually left my room and I went into the bathroom to try and fix my hair one last time. Banjo was in there, trying to fix his own hair for probably the first time ever. I watched him for a little while, snickering at him before he finally glared at me.
"Would you fuck off?" Banjo growled.
"You should try gel and then if that doesn't work, use hair spray," I advised him, combing my hair to the side.
"Boys don't use hair spray," Banjo retorted.
"Whatever, have messy hair then. See if I care," I muttered.
Banjo eventually did what I told him and he fixed his hair to his preference. He also began complaining about how stiff and uncomfortable it was, saying that he wished he didn't have to go to the dance.
When Banjo was finally done getting around, he led me down the stairs, where Dad and Daddy were waiting. Dad looked on the verge of tears while Daddy was laughing, primarily at Banjo and his hair. I rolled my eyes at them and grabbed my phone and ticket before following Banjo outside so our dad's could take pictures of us before we left.
They made us do stupid poses, mostly for laughs later tonight on Twitter. But they did make us take a few serious and good ones with Banjo wrapping his arm around my shoulder and acting like we loved each other when we really didn't.
Eventually they had their fill and sent us off. Banjo and I hopping into his car and we drove to Kazooie's, picking her up.
Kazooie wore a beautiful light purple strapless dress, one that matched Banjo's tie. She curled her hair and left it down and did her makeup flawlessly. When she sat down next to Banjo, she kissed him gently like they hadn't been fighting a day earlier and we left.
The gym was packed with students. All the girls wore pretty and elaborate dresses while all the boys wore ties or bow ties. Again, I stood out slightly but not as much as I had at school.
Banjo and Kazooie got into line to get into the dance so I followed closely behind them. Banjo wrapped an arm around Kazooie and whispered quietly to her, making her giggle.
I sighed and crossed my arms. I wished I could have a relationship like theirs with someone.
Eventually Banjo, Kazooie and I ended up at the front of the line. We handed the teachers working the dance our tickets and they looked at them and handed them back before letting us in.
Banjo and Kazooie led me inside and I was instantly overwhelmed by the atmosphere.
It was dark, as I thought it'd be. There was strobe lights dancing around the room and balloons floated around. The students gathered in front of the DJ at the end of the gym and were dancing to the upbeat song playing. Banjo and Kazooie walked away, probably to join their friends.
And... I was alone.
I awkwardly stood there for a couple minutes, taking in the atmosphere before I actually went in and enjoyed myself. I hadn't seen Crete but, knowing his popularity, he was probably surrounded by a group of girls.
I eventually pulled out my phone and busied myself with that. I instantly pulled up Cree and I's text messages and typed out a quick text to see if he was willing to talk to me.
(Bold) I wish you were at the dance. It's so awkward.
I sent the text and put my phone to sleep. I looked around the gym again, recognizing some of the other freshman from my class. They all had their own groups, unlike me, standing awkwardly against a wall.
I felt my phone buzz and I looked down at the message Cree sent me.
(Italics) What do you mean wish?
I stared at the text in confusion before I saw someone step in front of me.
"I wasn't gonna leave my best friend all alone at his first homecoming dance," Cree told me.
I blinked at him in shock and surprise.
This was defiantly not the Cree I knew.
I knew Cree was a little bit obsessed with makeup and dresses but not enough to actually show up to a dance in both.
He had a high neck dark blue-green dress on that stood out very brightly against his pale skin. He also had heels on. Heels. His hair was actually straightened. Flawlessly, I might add. He left just one little curl for his bangs. His eyeliner was done to perfection and he had bright red lipstick on as well. His nails were also done perfectly.
I gapped at him, looking him up and down. He truly did look like a girl. And not just any girl. A really, really pretty one.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Cree said, smirking.
"I... Don't even know what to say anymore," I said, beginning to giggle at Cree.
"Pretty nice though, right?" Cree asked, doing a tiny spin and curtsying.
"Yeah... Totally," I said, snickering again.
Cree smiled and nodded, coming to stand beside me. I suddenly didn't feel as awkward anymore and I was grateful for how Cree always manages to come around for me.
Eventually, Cree managed to get me to dance and we went into the crowd and began dancing with everyone else. A lot of people bumped into me so I ended up standing closer and closer to Cree.
Suddenly, the DJ announced that the first slow dance was next and I immediately began walking back to where I was standing before. However, I felt a hand grab mine and I looked back at Cree, giving him a confused look.
"Wanna slow dance with me?" Cree asked.
I looked at him like he had just grown another head. Cree eventually rolled his eyes and came over to me, placing his hands around my neck. I awkwardly placed mine on his hips and Cree started swaying us back and forth.
"Why are we doing this?" I asked him.
"Because I've never slow danced with anyone," Cree told me.
"So? I haven't either but you don't see me asking you to slow dance," I told him.
I saw hurt flash in Cree's eyes for a moment and I sighed, feeling guilty. He just wanted to try something and not have it be romantic and awkward. And maybe I was a little grateful too that my first slow dance was with my best friend, where I could make all the mistakes I wanted, and not somebody I really liked.
So, to show Cree I was sorry, I tightened my grip on his hips and swayed us a little more. I eventually took the lead and spun him in a circle, making him giggle and smile. I smiled back, letting him rest his head on my shoulder until the end of the song.
When I looked up however, I spotted Crete staring at me from across the gym.
Strangely enough, he looked upset. He was standing with a small group of his friends, holding a can of soda. His friends were talking while Crete just stared directly at me, his eyes narrowed and filled with emotion.
Once the song was over and Cree pulled away from me, we walked back over to our spot and talked about anything we could think of. It wasn't awkward like most people would think it'd be but Cree and I had a weird enough friendship for it to be like that.
I still felt Crete's persistent gaze locked on me.

The dance went on and the night ticked away. There was only about fifteen minutes before the end of the dance and the DJ had been playing slow songs on repeat. Cree and I were chilling out against the wall, eating some snacks that I had bought for us. Cree was still beaming for the numerous compliments he had gotten on his appearance while I was simply sitting there and thanking whatever higher being that tonight wasn't a total bust.
I saw someone begin to walk over to us and I looked up, meeting the blue eyes of Crete. I immediately started blushing and Cree took note of that, beginning n to smirk and look between us.
"Oliver... I was wondering if I could dance with you?" Crete asked, holding out his hand for me. I felt my cheeks heat up all the more and I nodded slowly, slipping my hand into Crete's larger one.
He pulled me up and lead me farther into the crowd. I looked back at Cree, seeing him giving me a thumbs up. I rolled my eyes and focused on not embarrassing myself with Crete.
Once we were in the crowd, Crete placed his hands on my hips. I slowly snaked my hands up to his neck and let him begin to sway us. Crete smiled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I gently rested my hands on his chest and pressed my head where his heart was. I listened to it beat an unnaturally fast beat and I felt my own heart begin to beat faster with that knowledge.
I felt myself fall into the comfort that Crete was presenting to me. It was so nice. Gently swaying back and forth, having his arms wrapped tightly around me, listening to the soft beating of his heart.
It was perfection.
I felt Crete press his nose into my hair. I adjusted my head on his chest and closed my eyes, letting his heartbeat lull me into a comfortable and wonderful place.
Eventually, the song ended and I was forced to pull away from Crete. Crete, however, grabbed my hand and began to lead me towards the doors. I looked at him in confusion but he simply persisted forward, not sending me a single glance.
Crete led me outside. It was a little cool out there, much cooler than it was in the dance. I felt a chill go up my spine as I adjusted to the temperature.
Crete squeezed my hand a little and looked back at me. He stopped and looked around at the parking lot before staring down the side walk that led to the soccer field.
"You want to go hang out at the soccer field?" Crete asked. I shrugged and nodded, letting Crete lead me over there.
Crete and I walked across the field and to the dugout. He led me inside, sitting down and silently asking me to join him.
I sat down next to him and stared around at our surroundings. It was a clear night, one where you could see every star. The moon was high in the sky, casting the tiniest amount of light to the ground below.
I felt Crete let go of my hand and instead wrap his arm around me shoulders. I blushed some more, gently leaning back into his arm. Crete looked at me and smiled, wrapping his arm tighter around me.
Eventually, Crete began staring at me. I tried not to looked back at him but eventually my curiosity got the best of me and I looked into Crete's blue eyes.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Crete said. I began blushing so hard that I knew my cheeks had to be on fire.
"And you're so cute when you blush," Crete told me, cupping my cheek gently with his hand.
I looked down, not being able to meet his persistent blue stare. I felt my heart nearly beating out of my chest and I wondered if Crete could feel the vibrations.
Crete gently put his other hand on my other cheek and forced me to look back up at him. Crete smirked and ran his thumb across my cheeks before moving his hands and resting them on my sides.
He began leaning in as if to kiss me. I instantly felt all my happiness turn to fear and I realized I was about to have my first kiss. I felt nauseous and sick and I feared that I'd throw up on Crete.
But he delicately placed his lips on mine and I gently pressed mine back against his. Eventually, I closed my eyes and let myself indulge in the blissful moment.
Crete was a good kisser.
Crete pulled away after what could've been a few seconds or hours, seeing as my perception of time had gone out of wack once Crete began leaning towards me. He squeezed my sides gently and laughed awkwardly, looking away. I blushed and looked away as well, feeling suddenly awkward as well.
"You haven't kissed anyone before, have you?" Crete asked.
I felt embarrassment coarse through me. I didn't do it right. I thought I was doing it right.
"Uh... No. Not really," I muttered.
"Don't feel bad. It wasn't bad at all. I've just... Kissed a lot of people so I know when it's someone's first kiss and stuff," Crete told me, placing his hand back on my cheek.
"If that weren't the case... I would've thought you were a pretty experienced kisser," Crete told me sweetly.
I smiled and let out a tiny giggle, making Crete smile as well. He pressed his head against mine and gazed into my eyes.
"You're so cute, Oliver Jones. So... So cute. And so innocent. I've never met anyone like you," Crete told me.
I blushed again. This wasn't happening. This had to be a dream. No one has ever treated me like this.
"I've never met anyone like you either," I told him.
Crete smiled again and pressed his lips back against mine. This time I tried harder with the kiss and hoped that it was better than before.
Suddenly, Crete pressed against my lips harder and harder until he eventfully pried them open. I felt my heart race faster, whether it be from excitement or fear, I couldn't tell.
Crete slipped his tongue into my mouth. He intertwined his with mine and I instantly felt grossed out by the feeling. I felt my OCD begin to kick in but I didn't want to offend Crete so I let him do as he pleased.
Crete leaned me back gently until I was laying down on the bench. He hovered on top of me, tongue still in my mouth. I tried my hardest to enjoy the moment but something Crete did immediately made my body go cold with nervousness and fear.
Crete began to untie my bow tie gently. Once it was untied, he moved down to my button up and began to unbutton the top buttons. I felt my heart race even faster with what I now knew as fear.
I stopped kissing Crete and pushed against his chest. Crete stopped kissing me immediately and pulled away, looking at me worriedly.
"Crete... I... I can't do this," I told him.
Crete stared at me for a few moments before getting off me and sitting back down on the bench. He looked away and I saw a faint embarrassed blush appear on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Oliver. I just got caught up in the moment. I understand. It would be wrong of me to rush you into something like that," Crete told me.
I nodded gently before resting a hand on his shoulder. He looked back at me with shy, embarrassed eyes and I instantly felt horrible for what I did.
"It's fine, Crete. I liked it... I'm just... Not really ready," I told him. Crete nodded and smiled towards me.
He stood up and stretched gently before offering me his hand so I could stand up. I blushed again before slipping my hand into Crete's and letting him pull me up. Crete wrapped his arms gently around me before leaning down and giving me a gentle peck.
"Come on. I bet the dance is over," Crete told me. I nodded and let him lead me back to the school.
As we walked, I quickly buttoned my shirt back up and tied my bow tie again. I hurriedly fixed my hair, to which Crete eventually stopped and fixed it for me. I smiled gratefully towards him and he kissed my cheek gently before grabbing my hand again and turning the corner back to the school.
All the students were filing out of the school and into different cars to go back to their respective homes. Crete let go of my hand when he saw his friends and he gave me a small apologetic smile before running off to catch up to them. I sighed and pushed my hands into the pockets of my vest, going towards where I knew Banjo's car was.
Once I was there I waited a few minutes for Banjo and Kazooie. When they finally came back, Banjo unlocked the car and we all got inside and began the drive home.
I pulled out my phone and looked through the notifications I got. Most of them were from Cree asking how my dance with Crete went. I responded with a simple good, before turning my head to the window and watching the world fly by.
My thoughts remained on Crete though. His wavy messy hair, his incredible blue eyes, his lopsided smile. Everything about Crete was amazing.
However, my feelings for Crete made me question everything as well. It's obvious now that I'm not straight. I was probably bisexual. There had to be some attraction to girls somewhere inside me.
I sighed and watched as my house came into view. I got out of the car and immediately went inside. I stumbled up the stairs and to my bedroom. I stripped from my clothes and slipped into more comfortable ones before crawling into bed and falling asleep.
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