A/N: I honestly meant to publish this earlier,but I was off for a few days for math midterms,and when I came back my profile was hacked. It wouldn't show me that I had any of my work,the screen above was all that it told me (I screenshoted it) but others could somehow see it. I had to google, email, all that great jazz to get the work back. Sorry it took so long,I'll be updating regularly from now on if no more errors apply. Fingers crossed.

This part is more of a social media chapter,so I'll have another chapter posted in a minute. I just set it up so readers will know how the whole 'catfish' part works.

CHAPTER TWO

how to flirt

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I hadn't known exactly how it started,but I always begin with that night. That dumbass party,full of stupid mistakes and booze. Like many other stories ,it started with a drunk confused teenager.

My sexuality had been confirmed that night, for him at least. It was undeniable then that I had fallen for the Roy Bishop.

It continued a week later,once I had finally gotten the guts to look up his profile on TheCrestwoodConversion, schools online website.

Each student was expected to make a profile,for school updates and information. Allowed to post whatever they wanted,within in age appropriate restriction of course, to the pages and sites. I myself, had used it usually for communication through dm messages.

From spamming my best friend Tyler for the homework, to working up what ever manly self-esteem I had left to confront from crush and my sexuality. With out ever actually speaking of either.

I was a complicated human being. It was another known fact. A quick simple message to him,as myself that was. As I originally intended it to be.

Asking him how he liked the new school when he first started. That I was open if he had any questions, there to be a 'friend'. Because reason one, I obviously didn't want to be friends. And reason two, I couldn't confront him in person.

In english class Id just stare at him, three rows behind. Falling in love with the back of his head.

Multiple occasions for human interaction, but no more then three words had surpassed my lips. Smiling at another in the hall way, and asking if I had a pencil every now in then in trigonometry class.

He asked me online once why I wasn't very social besides my few close friends. Antisocial was what I replied with. He understood and agreed, saying he was the same.

He wasn't, Troy was vocal when he wanted to speak his mind. A teachers favorite and a class sweetheart. Trying to get me out of my shell once or twice. To confront another, and hang out besides the computer screen.

I still couldn't for that matter, confront him. Again it was usually minimal words and awkward moments of chocking on air and tripping over non-existent things. Because if I had to face him in public ,I'd also have to face my feelings. Therefore, my sexuality.

I was deep enough in the closet that I could see Narnia.

So, there I sat. Behind a computer screen,smiling like a dumb idiot with each message. With each one he'd sent since then. A whole year, online pals and nothing more. Anxiously waiting the next message like some pathetic cliche youth.

A year later, still in the same position. Mentally, physically and emotionally. A slow step process,I told myself. With-apparently- many many steps.

Progress was meek, but I hadn't gotten far. Things needed to change,that was known. Something would,and something soon. I just hadn't known what,when or how exactly. Minor problem,but then again. I was a complicated human being.

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 10:53 pm
тσρι¢: better than sex??

Are you saying that food is better than sex?

I rolled my eyes once the message had sent,adjusting in my computer chair and starting to type a reply. Happy that my cheeks weren't visible to him,a dark pink had stained them.

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт: 10:53 pm
тσρι¢: better than sex??

I'm saying it depends on the food ,and it depends on the sex. But in this situation,the brownies at the science fair were yes--better than sex.

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 10:54 pm
тσρι¢: better than sex??

What kind of sex are you having? xp

Oh well,for that matter. None. But it's better not to mention that in a message over a computer screen.

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт: 10:55 pm
тσρι¢:science fair sex

Obviously,if I'm going to science fairs...must I need to continue?

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 10:55 pm
тσρι¢: science fair sex??

You know I could help you with that if you want?

I almost fell out of my chair. I had to read it twice before actually typing back a reply,pushing back any thoughts or daydreams that weren't going to come true any minute now or ever.

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт: 10:56 pm
тσρι¢:yes,science fair sex.

Meaning??

I deleted the second question mark, reconsidering it before it was sent. Didn't want to seem to desperate,for that point I didn't want to put to much thought into it either. For a final time,I'm complicated.

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 10:56 pm
тσρι¢: no science fair sex.

You're still single right? Maybe I could hook you up with some girl. Just tell me what kind of girls your into and I'll help you out.

The ones that aren't females at all. The ones with green eyes...

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт: 10:57
тσρι¢: ???

I don't think that's a good idea,I'm not good with females. Or the human population in general.

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 10:58
тσρι¢: co-pilot

Well,that's what I'm here to help you for! A wing-man to help the pilot,what are friends for. I'm not a ladies man myself,but I know a good amount of chicks. I can help you out. As known,you're  antisocial ,but I'll help you out! By graduation ,Ill get you out of your comfort zone. If I dare ask,what's holding you back?

Pal,my comfort zone is in the closet. So that's not how that works. I'm fine here,sitting with the pretty clothes that I'm to scared to take the tags off and wear with proud colors. I can't take the tags off and step out,no not yet.

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт:10:59
тσρι¢:comfort zone

Because I'm already crushing on someone else...

It took me a few seconds to decide wether or not to sent that message. Was this the time to tell him? Would I ever tell him. How do I begin this?

By hitting my face onto the computer screen and black out? Right now that seemed like a good option as I pressed the 'send' button.

He replied slowly,taking a few minutes. I sat there with my heart in my stomach ,wondering if it was to obvious?  Did I make the right choice? Maybe he's just at the bathroom or something...

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 11:05
тσρι¢: CRUSH?!

You gotta girl in mind already! Who? Does she like you back!

So this is how I die. I looked away from the laptop screen to scream into my pillow briefly. Rolling on my bed back and forth , yelling endless words in to it. Almost falling off twice before gaining recompense. Running a hand through my messy dark hair and typing once more.

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт: 11:06
тσρι¢:Idk

I don't really wanna talk about it,sort of a personal thing. I cant confess anything right now,but maybe later. Just,not yet.

Then why did I even bring it up,bitch? Rolling my eyes so far in the back of my head,I almost went blind.

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 11:07
тσρι¢: bish why?

You can tell me bro.

I just got bro'ed

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт:11:08
тσρι¢: bros before hoes
If you were in this position you wouldn't want to tell their I bet.

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 11:09
тσρι¢: nope

If I had a crush on someone I'd sing it loud and proud,from roof tops to subways.

Okay,I'm doing this. Its happening,just don't think and just type.

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт:11:10
тσρι¢:vise-versa?
But what if someone had a crush on you?

ƒяσм: @RoyIsTheBish
ѕєηт αт: 11:11
тσρι¢: vice-versa.

I'd wanna know,see if I like them back. Why?

Eleven eleven don't fail me now

ƒяσм: @TristanAintListenin
ѕєηт αт: 11:11
тσρι¢: well...

Because I know someone who does.