I'm Not Gay

|| Bill’s PoV ||



I was happy when I walked back into my house. Tom wasn’t like the other guys I normally got crushes on, look wise at least. His clothes were way too big for his body, his hair was completely all wrong, and he wasn’t gay. Even after I heard the words come strait from his mouth, I still liked him. The idea made me feel a little vain… since when I was looking at him in the store I noticed how much were really did look alike. We even had the same nose! Tom wrinkled his nose at how I dressed, that I wore make-up, about the way I presented myself as a whole. But he was the one who invited me over. I was just lucky I was able to hide my excitement long enough until I got inside.



I went strait to my room when I walked inside. Throwing all my clothes I had just finished unpacking around my room looking for something to wear. It’s times like these I realize I do not have enough clothes. Even though the floor of my room and my bed were completely covered in them. I had finally decided to wear a pair of my tight black jeans, my red shirt, and leather jacket, and my most expensive boots. I won’t lie, I’m spoiled. By the time I had picked out everything- jewelry included, my mom called me down for dinner.



I ate fast, which kind of sucked because it was my favourite before I ran back upstairs. I needed a shower before I went anywhere. It was probably the quickest shower in history for me. The quickest time I had ever gotten dresses for anything. Hair and make-up included. I decided to straiten it, because that took less time then spiking it up, even though it hung over my eyes more. And by the time I was done it was 6:45. I didn’t want to seem to overly excited about seeing him again- but I was. I know I was acting like this was a date or something, even though I knew it wasn’t. He asked me to hang out. Noting more. And he was strait; I had to keep reminding myself of that.



“I’m going next door now mom!” I called to her. I had told her about Tom at dinner. Not mentioning the part where he looked like me and I liked him. She called for me to have fun, be careful, and be home by eleven. I walked over to Tom’s and knocked at the door before I slipped my hands in my back pockets. Moments later the door opened and I was face to face with Tom. I smiled at him and he actually smiled back. I could have melted from his smile. “Hey,” I said softly.



“Hey, come on in.” He said, moving away from the door to let me in. I did and he closed the door behind me. “Come on, my rooms upstairs.” He said, slipping both of his hands in his pockets as he led me towards the stairs.



“Tom, hunny. Dinner will be ready-” The lady stopped talking when she noticed me and smiled. “Oh, hello there, dear.”



Tom looked over at her and gave her an almost forced smile. She seemed not to notice it was forced, I don’t know how I did. It just wasn’t the smile he had given me at the door, “Mom, this is Bill. Bill, that’s my mom. We’re going to go watch a movie in my room or something.” He said.



She nodded at him and gave us both a too sweet smile, I liked her. And Tom had called her mom, like she really was. He must get along with his parents. “Okay, well, dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes. Bill can join us of course.”



“I’m not hungry,” He said, grabbing my hand and I felt my heart leap in my throat, but I pushed that down along with the squeal that threatened to spillover my lips.



“You’re friend might be, Tom. Do not be rude.” She scolded her son, making me want to laugh a bit. She reminded me a lot of my mom. ‘Don’t be rude, Bill.’ ‘Watch you’re language.’ ‘Be careful while you’re out.’



“I ate before I came over. But thank you for the invitation, ma’am.” I said, And I could feel Tom’s hand tighten around mine a little, making me want to squeal again.



“Well, alright boys. Have fun. And please, Bill, it’s Hailey from now on.” She told me but before I could respond to her Tom was dragging me up the stairs and into his room which he shut the door behind us.



Everything about his room screamed Tom! The walls were painted a blue colour and had posters over them of different Bands and Models. And even one of a hummer. My guess was that was his dream car. I found out I was right about him playing guitar, he had three of them in his room. Two electric and an acoustic. He kept his room clean, which surprised me. But in a way made me like him ever more. The only thing found on the floor were old guitar strings next to the acoustic, he must have just restringed it before I came over. He fell back on his bed, it was big. One of the kind of beds made for two people. It made me smile. “Come sit.” He told me, patting the bed next to him as he flipped on the TV and I came over and sat on the foot of his bed, my feet curled perfectly under me.



The silence between us was rather awkward. Tom flipped threw channels on his TV, never really looking stopping on anything for more then a second or two. He groaned and fell back on his bed, tossing the remote to me and closing his eyes. “Pick something.” He said. I guess he didn’t like the silence just as much as I didn’t.



I just shut off the TV, “I don’t like TV very much,” I admitted, setting the remote back down on his bed and looking at him. His eyes were closed and his arm was slug over half his face. I took it as my chance to just stare. He was skinny; I could tell by the way his jersey lay over his stomach. His lips help the same pouty look mine did whenever I was deep in thought, and he sucked his lip ring into his mouth. I had to stop myself from taking in a sharp breath. I don’t think he would understand how incredible sexy I found that. And his arm started to move away from his face, I quickly looked away.



He sat up and watched me for a moment, “Yanno, you don’t have to sit so far away, Bill.” He said, moving and sitting with his back against the wall. “Talk about something, Damnit. It’s to damn quiet.” He hissed, burying his face in his hands.



I scratched the back of my neck and shrugged, what did he want me to talk about? The only thing in my mind right now was him. “About what?” I nearly whispered, pulling my knees to my chest and looking over at him, he finally took his head from his hands and was looking at me.



“I don’t know. Anything!” He said almost exasperatedly. I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He was uncomfortable. I was a little too, so I couldn’t blame him. But I was for probably completely different reasons.



I pushed hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ears before my arms wrapped back around my legs, “Well, we could play the question game.” I offered. It was a game Andreas and I played a lot when we were little, basically to learn things about each other.



I guess Tom was up for anything, because he shrugged a shoulder and leaned back against the wall again, “How do you play that?” He asked me, resting his arms over his stomach and tilting his head at me.



I just smiled, “It’s really easy. You take turns asking the other a question. It can be anything really. But you have to answer it honestly, even if you answer it vague it has to be honest.” I told him with a nod, “And I guess… you just keep going on like that until you get bored with the game.”



Tom laughed, “I’m already bored with it.” He said as he stretched out on his bed a bit, “Lets make this more interesting,” He said with a grin over his face, “Every time you’re question is asked, you gotta take a shot.” He said.



I guess you could leave it to him to turn anything into a drinking a game. I wasn’t really one to drink, but I nodded in agreement. He smiled at me and slipped from his bed and out the door. My guess is to get the alcohol. I moved a bit on his bed, crawling up to lean my own back against the wall on the opposite side he was sitting. He came back in, triumphantly holding two bottles in his hands. “Urie left them out like an idiot.” He said, crawling to sit on the bed with me, taking his spot against the wall once more and handing me one of the unopened bottle’s of vodka.



“Is it safe to drink this stuff?” I asked, looking over the bottle with a bit to my lip. He just nodded and told me to start the game. So I did, asking the easiest question I could think of. “What’s you’re favourite colour?”



He laughed, “Pussy question.” He mumbled, “It’s blue.” He said simply, motioning for me to take a drink. I did and it burned down my throat and into my belly. I was glad I ate before I came over. But then I remembered that tom didn’t eat. Well… he was probably used to drinking anyways. “You should ask questions like this,” He said, opening his own bottle, “What’s the best fuck you can remember?”



My face burned white-hot at that. “None.” I admitted with another bit of my lip, “I’m a virgin.” I thought he would poke fun at me for it, but he just nodded and took a down of the bottle in his hands, much bigger then my own. Which I was then surprised he didn’t call my own shot a pussy shot. But I shrugged it off.



We went back and forth like that for awhile and we were getting pretty drunk. But I learned a lot about him. He learned a lot about me as well. Some of it was a little scary. We had the same birthday. I dyed my hair when I was seven. Tom started dreading his out around then. Tom was adopted. I maintained that I wasn’t. Tom liked girls. I liked boys. Tom lost his virginity when he was twelve. I’m still a virgin. We were both sixteen. Georg and Gustav were his best friends. Andreas was mine. Gustav tried kissing him once when they were drunk. Andreas and I kissed all the time. One of Tom’s favourite things in the world to do was kiss. So was mine. Tom was strait. I was gay. We pointed that out to each other a lot.



Then came a question I’m not sure he should have asked me while I was like this. “What is the most random thing you have ever done?” he asked me, getting ready to take a shot and putting the near empty bottle to his lips.



I thought for a moment and looked at him, his face flushed, his eyes shining, god he looked really hot. “This,” I replied. He pulled the bottle away from his lips I know to ask me what I meant, but what I meant was obvious when I leaned over him and pressed my lips hard against his. To both of our surprises- he kissed me back.



But Tom’s not gay…