fic: Opinion
Paul puts on John’s glasses.
John looks at him and thinks, ‘My face has never looked like that’. Paul looks like a bookish knight in silver armor that will save you and read a Shakespearian sonnet he wrote himself while living in romantic squalor.
John looks like a toad. A big, fat, off key toad with a too small smile, squinty near sighted eyes, and a pointed nose. A toad no one but a fool would love.
Paul looks at himself in the mirror and wrinkles his nose, painfully sweet. He finds small flaws on his face. John finds only one; it is too perfect. God obviously loves Paul more. John is jealous. He sulks internally.
“Cor. I look like a fag. An ugly fag at that.”
John could beg to differ.
a.n. my first time posting in this community. poor john. god loves you too john. after all, he gave you such a gorgeous smile.