it had been two weeks since anders had confessed to jeremy. anders had ran out of the shop after jeremy had asked the question.

in those two weeks anders had completely ignored any confrontation with jeremy. it was driving the younger boy insane, the unanswered question.

is anders true, the captian of the football team, heart throb of denbrook high, gay?

so jeremy laid, his back flat against the cold roof of his house, thinking. trying to put the pieces together. trying to find any signs that anders is gay. he thought about the times the older had complimented him, not on just his outfits but, his features.

"i really like your eyes."
"your hair is so soft, i could just run my hands through it forever."
"your legs look so good in skirts."

of course those are just a few of the many times he had heard compliments from anders. he had just thought it was because he had told him, you can compliment a guy without it being gay.

then jeremy realized, he had caught anders staring at him, countless of times. anders always made some lame excuse, but they were never true, were they?

jeremy sighed, running a hand through his hair as he watched the stars. he only really knew anders for a couple of weeks, he hadn't developed any sexual feelings towards him.

yeah, anders was handsome, athletic, kind and genuinelya great friend but jeremy couldnt feel himself developing any heart wrenching feelings. he hadnt felt butterflies in his stomach when anders would smile at him, or heart ache when he saw him kissing vivian against the lockers.

he just felt normal. honestly, he hated it, why couldnt he just fall for the schools pretty boy?

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eventually jeremy found himself climbing off the roof and going back to his room. he heard giggles coming from his sisters room and sighed, she was talking to milo. they had decided that theyd try to work through their problems.

so, jeremy sat there, envying his sister relationship. he wanted nothing more than to fall in love and experience the excitement that everyone had been talking about.

his only real kiss was during spin the bottle in 8th grade at lucys birthday party. ultimately, it was to a girl, so he hated it.

after grabbing his laptop and pulling up the tab for youtube so he could watch club penguin videos. he wrapped himself in his fuzzy pink blanket to keep him warm.

he was into his third video when he heard taps on his window. which freaked him the fuck out, he turned on his light and grabbed hard cover book for protection before slowly going to the window. he opened it and saw a figure so, he threw the book at it.

"ow, jesus, what the fuck jer?" once he realized it was just his idiot best friend michael he sighed and walked downstairs.

he opened the front door and crossed his arms.

"you couldnt have texted? or used the fucking doorbell?" jeremy hissed and michael shrugged.

"i wanted to be cliche but whatever." michael muttered as they walking up go jeremys room.

"i hate you." jeremy muttered sitting back onto his bed.

"oh? do you wish i was hottie mchotterson, anders true?" michael asked wiggling his eyebrows.

"no, ew." jeremy grumbled pulling the blankets over him. "i wish you were a murderer here to kill me." he mumbled, as michael sat in his spinny chair.

"are you really watching, club penguin videos?" michael asked and jeremy nodded in response, a small blush appearing on his face. "jesus christ jer, its friday night! we should be out partying!" michael suggested.

"nah, im good, ive got all i need to party right here. see, my laptop for netflix and youtube, my inhaler, apple juice, and hot cheetos." jeremy smiled proudly and michael slid to the floor in defeat.

"youre a mess, jeremy kyle blaine."