Yeah, Thanks

Yeah, thanks

Soo I wrote another story. Enjoy :3

I wrote him a letter. Did he read it? I would love to know.

A week has passed, and he didn't write back. Not even a fucking word. 

I see him in school, but he ignores me. After that week I'm beginning to question if he even got my letter. But I can see it in his face. He got it. The looks he gives me, and how he quickly turns away the second our eyes meet. 

The problem is. I will continue to see him in practice, in school, and in our neighborhood. He can't ignore me forever. And that's the problem. I can't ignore him. Not after that letter.

I beat myself up for sending it, for even writing it. But, at the same time, it would have been written, some day. I wouldn't resist the urge to let him know. 

I also couldn't tell it in his face. Writing a letter that would explain it all was the best idea I had. 

But then there is a knock on my door.

My dad walks in, sees me wearing my headphones, and just throws a letter on my bed. He smiles, leaves my room, and I stare at the envelope, waiting a few minutes before opening it as if it could explode. 

When I finally opened it, its short. Too short for my liking.

I read the only sentence there is. I read it again and again. Not angry. Not sad. Not happy. Just…

I start to nod my head. "I understand,” I whisper, like he could hear me. 

The letter said: “Im sorry, but im asexual.”

I don't need to look up the meaning behind it. As a raging homosexual, I know everything. But…

I grab my pen and a paper, and start to write: “Ok, yeah, I understand. But still, can we talk, please? If you agree, meet me on the drug bench after lunch.”

The drug bench got its name after two teachers were caught selling students marihuana. From then on, everyone started to meet up there or some drugs. And it's the only place everyone knows where is.

I write the letter, run out of my house and grab my bike. I know his address, but he's in practice now. (I'm not because of my stupid sister I have to babysit. But when you give her a calculator and a plastic knife, she will be entertained for hours.) 

I cycle all the way to his house, and stick the envelope in his mailbox. I cycle fastly away, before someone can see me. 

I don't eat my lunch the next day. I run to the drug bench, sit on the backrest and wait. I wait for five minutes, but then I see him, walking down the school park. I wave, he waves back. I can't help but smile. 

"Hey,” I say. 

He just nods and sits beside me, but avoids eye contact. 

"Listen,” I start, "I understand you. But…still. Asexual doesn't mean to be unable to feel romantic attraction. I'm just…I really don't care about sex and those things. But if you don't want to be with me, I understand. It's just that…I understand.” 

He looks at me. I look at him. 

We sit there. It's just a while. But I could sit there and look in his eyes for way longer.

"I-” he starts, but then stops himself, and looks down again. "I…what's your sexuality?”

"Gay as fuck,” I say.

"Well. Im genderfluid.”

I blink. "Then Im bi as fuck.”

He looks up again, not saying anything.

Then the bell rings. Both of us are still sitting there, not flinching a bit. 

And then tears start pouring down his cheeks. He starts to sob. "I-”

I don't say anything, just scoop myself closer to him and hug him. I know how stressful it can be. Coming out to people. 

"Am I the first one you told?”

He nods. "The only one who knows I'm ace and genderfluid.”

"Supporting family?”

He shakes his head. 

I grab his face in my arms, wiping away his tears. "Its okay. You have me now. We can talk.”

"It's just that…I thought no one would want me. Because I'm ace and shit…People now care just about sex.”

"Well, I don't. And I don't care what gender you are, how you express yourself. The thing I like about you is your personality. Even though youre a piece of fucking art.” 

He laughs, brushing his hands against mine. Someone from faroff yells some slurs at us, but I flip them off. 

"I liked…like you too. Have been for some time now but…you're like the straightest looking guy I know.”

I groan. "Ugh. I know! People at the pride parade are always giving me weird looks.”

He smiles for a second, then his smile disappears again. "I thought no one would want me. That something is wrong with me. That I'm broken. And then I found out i'm genderfluid and my whole world started to fall down and my family is the most controversial thing in the universe and then im fucking omni and-”

"It just sucks, I know.” I nod.

I let him put his head on mine.

"By the way, what pronouns do you use?”

"Eh, haven't figured that out yet.” 

I ruffle his golden hair. "Don't worry. I'll help you.” 

He smiles at me. "Yeah…thanks.”

We skipped school that day. We went to my parents house, talked for hours. I helped him discover himself, or I did everything I could to help. 

See guys? It's not that hard.

Hope you guys liked it :))

jesus sorry guys i abandoned you. it was just so much happening in my life in the last couple of days, but ill try posting more stories now :)) also got some big-ass novel ideas that im tryna make come true, so maybe ill reveal something ;)

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The Blackout

I dont think I will post another lgbtqia+ story today, so heres this one I wrote like a month ago :)

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It was a stormy night.

The whole day, actually. It poured heavily, dark clouds hiding the blue sky, sun hidden too. The raindrops were pretty large, I remember how they rumbled on the top of my umbrella when I was walking to my dormitory from school.

I had a hard day, to be honest. I got a low grade, and it was the end of the school year. My mom yelled at me, dad was disappointed.

When I got to the dormitory, the storm got wilder. My backpack almost flew off. I was happy to be finally inside.

I got to my room, my roommate nowhere to be found. She was surely at her girlfriend's house.

I layed in my bed for a while. And when I got up to do my assignments, the power went off.

I remember getting pretty pissed off, because the power box was in the basement. I tried to wait for someone to turn it on again, but after a few minutes, the lights were still not turning on. I sighed, and went down the stairs with my phone flashlight.

The power box was easy to find. Opening it was much harder. I gave up after a minute of trying to open it. I said to myself that someone will come eventually.

I walked out of the basement, when lights flicked back on. I was glad that I didn't have to do my homework with a flashlight.

When I got to the door of my room, I couldn't hear the raindrops anymore. It was still raining, I could see that from my window, but I couldn't hear the sound of them rambling into the windowsill.

I didn't think any of it. Before I went to do homework, I made myself some food in the kitchen, music blasting in my ipods.

I couldn't hear your footsteps. Even though you silenced the rain so I could. It didn't work out. You couldn't stop your hands.

The song “Cherry Bomb” just ended when you took me.

And now, in the afterlife, I ask you: “Why did you want me to hear you? I owe you nothing. You needed to kill me.”

You look at me, a sad smile resting on your face as if it was carved there. ”You know, love, I never chose this path. Life did. I always try to warn people.”

“But why didnt you turn off my earphones?”

“Because I can only manipulate nature, not someone else's will.”

"Then what was the whole thing about the blackout?”

"Oh, dear. That wasn't me. That was the storm I tried to silence.”

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The lottery ticket

Hey guys, I won a writing competition like a month ago, but Im sharing them now because I totally forgot 😭

"I see a very specific message in your future, but I can't see what it says," says the fortune teller. Sandra lured me into this nonsense.

"I have no idea what it could be," I say boredly.

The witch has her eyes closed. Her white hair is in a bun and her face is covered in wrinkles. She is wearing some kind of purple cloak with colorful patterns around the edges. We are both sitting on the ground with our legs crossed.

There is silence for a few minutes. I want to get up and wish her a good night when she gets up and looks at me excitedly. "Got it! Your future says to write down all the numbers that come before your eyes tonight. Put them in the drawing tomorrow."

I stare at her for a long time. "And it applies…from now on?"

"Since I uttered that sentence."

"How many numbers? And…how will they be represented?"

She closes her eyes. "Six. And they will be…shown by a number."

I get up and brush my butt. "Well, thank you. How much will it cost?"

"Twenty euros."

My eyebrows shoot up. "Well hope that I win that lottery," I mutter under my breath and hand her the bill.

She gives me a smile. "Good night miss."

I nod my head and leave the tent. "Good night, good night."

I look for Sandra for at least fifteen minutes. She eventually finds me anyway. "Olivia!" I hear her yelling from behind me, and when I turn around, she's standing right in front of me. We start walking. Tons of people are pushing us closer together.

“What did she tell you?"

"That I will win the lottery."

Even in the dark, I can see the excitement in her eyes. "No, really? How?"

"I have to memorize the first six numbers I see tonight." I have to laugh at the absurdity. “Nonsense.”

Sandra winks at me. "You never know. Wanna get cotton candy?"

We make our way to the stand where it says: "Two for the price of one!" in numbers. My brain unconsciously writes them down.

We buy cotton candy and ride on different roller coasters. Only at the last one I realize that I'm looking for different numbers everywhere.

"I must be crazy," I say to Sandra after the ride. "I really notice those numbers."

She shrugs her shoulders. "Maybe it will pay off in the end."

I look at her and she smiles. Then she notices my uncertainty. "You really think you've gone insane."

"Normal people don't think like that." The look she gives me is so intense that I don't know if I'm not going to sink into the ground. "I don't think like you, but...I'm not like that."

"Maybe it's because it's Friday the 13th. All that magical and terrifying power is working on you."

I sigh. "It's pretty late. Shall we go home?"

"Sure. What numbers have you seen so far?"

"Two, one and eight so far. I need to find three more."

We walk up in front of Sandra's car, and something doesn't feel right. The meadow behind us is crowded with people and the noise floats past my ears, not reaching my head. As if I was underwater for a second. Then the feeling goes away, but I remain standing there like a statue.

Sandra turns to me. "Fine?"

I shake my head. "It's nothing. I really need to get home."

On the way to our shared apartment, I squint at the world around me and look for some numbers. I lie down on the bed in my room and start counting down. "Two. One. Eight. Zero. Seven. Three."

"Are those all numbers?" Sandra asks on the way to the bathroom.

"Yeah," I reply. But I'm very tired and I fall asleep in a minute.

I wake up in the morning with butterflies in my stomach. I still remember the numbers. The first thing I do in the morning is typing them into my phone and sending the guess. The main prize is one hundred thousand euros.

Sandra and I have been waiting impatiently all day.

When I lose because my last three numbers are wrong, disappointment shakes with my whole body. After a while, Sandra blurts out: "The last three numbers are on my license plate!"

We exchange disbelieving looks. Then I close my eyes and tilt my head back with a deep sigh. "God damn it…”

Hope you liked it! You can judge if I did or didnt deserve the win :)