Obviously Straight
As soon as Dash had gotten home from the gym, he plopped faced up on the bed and covered his eyes. Why the hell would I tear up? What' s wrong with me? He sprawled himself across his bed and shoved his face in the pillow.
How can I enjoy being around him so much if it makes me feel this way. Why do I even feel that way in the first place? Dash turned his face into his pillow and groaned out loud to release a knot in his stomach. My whole life I've tried to like girls, but I just can't... and I thought guys were attractive since I was, like, 12. But, only when I was alone and stuff... that doesn't make me gay, it's just something I have to get over.
He grabbed his phone and stared into the lock screen. I wish someone could clear things up for me... but if I can't even do that for myself, who can? Dash, feeling another tear coming on, wiped it off his face again. I'm a wreck... I'm straight, it's so obvious. Just look at yourself, Dash, you're obviously straight. You're just giving yourself a hard time over nothing. You're irrational.
Dash nervously ruffled his own hair and slammed his hand angrily into his pillow. "Enough sobbing into my own tears," he spoke out loud. He unlocked his phone and began a text message to Layla.
Hey, Layla. Do you want to come over? I want to ask you for advice, if that's okay.
Dash sighed after pressing send and turned his face in toward his pillow. Maybe she could clear things up, after all. He's had plenty of chances to make a move on Layla if he wanted to. If anybody could clear things up, it's her.
