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Nathaniel was scrolling on his twitter feed – his usual way of lounging in on a Saturday morning. However, something caught his eye.
Was it probably not a good idea to click on the link? Yes.
Was it probably useless? Yes.
Does it mean he will still do it? Also yes.
Nathaniel clicked on the link, faced the love hearts and was already bright red. He can’t believe he is doing this. I mean, no one will know, right? Breathing in deeply, Nathaniel began typing.
‘Nathaniel’
‘Marc’
He stopped, embarrassed of himself. He set his phone down beside him and screamed into his pillow. Was this really okay? Would the decide their fate? Will his crush like him back?
All of these questions got him screaming. ‘This is some sick form of torturing myself,’ he thought.
Removing his head from his pillow, Nathanial inhaled slowly.
As if this was a delicate process, he sat up slowly, grabbing his phone like it’s worth more than the world.
“Come on Nathaniel, it’s not like it’ll ruin your life or anything,” he told himself.
It ruined his life.
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Marc worriedly combed his fingers through Nathaniel’s hair, “I’m serious, what happened last night?”
Nathaniel stared at the floor, wishing it could swallow him up. He risked a glance to the writer, falling in love even more.
“Nothing, it’s fine. What was that idea you said during lunch?”
Nathaniel’s phone pinged, they both glanced at each other, shrugging.
Y OURLOCALASEXUAL: Why not tell him? It’s not like you stayed up all night thinking of the worst possible outcomes.
And, once again, Nathaniel was bright red.