Fic Updated--Revised
Title: How to Turn a Guy Gay in Three Days
Author: Kate, a.k.a. pink__shok
Rating: PG-13, for language, and, erm, sexual advances? XD
Chapter: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Spoiler?: None. It's AU. :3
Info: This story has been revised. Hence the reposting. |D I disabled comments on the earlier drafts of this and Ch. 1. So comment on this now. 8D
How to Turn a Guy Gay in Three Days
Prologue
I heard his footsteps a good minute or so before he appeared in the doorway. Axel was never good at keeping quiet, and the echoing halls of our high school didn’t help his case. I had my back turned away from him, but I knew he was headed my way. Sadly, what worried me more was the fact that I couldn’t get away from him without disrupting the classes in session. Terrific. I should’ve known that if I left to go to the bathroom he’d find me.
As if on cue, I heard him call out “Whatcha doin’?” in that arrogant way of his.
I turn my head and glare at him, which only causes him to smirk and continue following after me.
“C’mon Rox--”
“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t you have anything better to do? Aren’t you like, one of those messenger people for the office this period?” My voice is apathetic as it usually is, and even after all the times I've spoken to him like this, I still see a flash of pain. Damn. I stuff my hands into the pockets of my pants, trying to ignore the fact that he was now walking next to me.
Instead of saying some witty (read: stupid) comment back, he just grinned--even if it was, to some extent, a bit forced, but I ignored that. Instead, I just thought what I always though about his grins at times like this. Either he really didn't have anything to do this period, or he had something planned. And, knowing Axel, it was the latter of the two.
We turned the corner of the hallways that led to the bathrooms, and I sent him one last glare before pushing open the door of the men’s room. He didn’t follow me in.
There are only a few things that cause me to get worked up. Axel is one of them. It’s not that I like him or anything, it’s just that, after knowing each other for such a long time, he knows how to rile me up. Seriously. That’s all it is.
I snort at my reflection. Yeah, right. It’s just because he riles me up; I can’t even lie to myself. I turn on the faucet and stick my head underneath the steady stream of cold water. Maybe that’ll help get rid of the stupid feelings.
When I pull my head out from under the water, I wring out my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror. It stares back at me, as reflections are known to do. After all, it’s not like it could respond, or give me the answer to all my problems. As much as I’d like it to.
I was never, never supposed to... have a crush on him. I suppose that's the right term. But somehow the guy had forced his way under my skin and stuck there. Maybe it was the fact that Axel was open about his sexuality and that somehow translated into my mind as that being a reason I should start having, well, dreams about him. The thought of it makes me cringe and blush, and I can't even look at my own reflection. It's embarrassing as hell, even admitting it to my own reflection.
Axel isn’t anywhere when I leave the bathroom.
.break;
In fact, I don’t see Axel until later. It’s a good thing, I suppose, that we’re in different grades; he’s two years older, and, therefore, much busier. Especially since graduation’s in a month or so.
So, like I said, Axel wasn’t around at lunch, or in the halls, or the library. He didn’t show up to cause me grief until after school. But then, that’s not surprising, since we are neighbors. Curse our parents.
“So, Roxas. How was your day?” he asks, pleasantly enough, although the slightly predatory grin on his face proves otherwise.
“Fine,” I respond, hesitantly, eyeing him to make sure he doesn’t try anything funny. Because he has. Things like deciding it’d be funny to see how I’d react if he grabbed my ass. Which was, let me tell you, hard to come up with an excuse for when I returned home, completely flushed with embarrassment.
“Good,” he says, putting his hands behind his head. “Hey, you have a girlfriend yet?”
I do a double take, eyes blinking up at him owlishly (damn him for standing a good head or so taller than me). “N-no… why?” I stutter out, taking a step or so away from him in the process. We continue walking towards our house, all the while.
I don't want to admit it's because during my last attempt at dating, I hadn't been able to kiss her because of a certain redhead, and that I had nearly sworn off women.
“No reason,” he replies, grinning. “Just wondering if you were still denying being gay.”
“What!?” I screech out, gaining a look from a woman on the opposite side of the street. I glare, and she keeps walking. “I’m not--” I pause, lowering my voice. “--gay!” He only laughs. And I wasn't. Really. Just because I was in something-or-other with Axel meant nothing. It's been known to happen, especially between guys who are as close as we are. And it's not like I've never looked at other guys before. Um. I meant "ever." Yeah. It's not like I've ever looked at other guys before.
“Sure, you’re not. And that’s why you’re so defensive.” He grins, before singing out, “Me thinks thou doth protest too much…”
“Shut up! God, you’re such an ass! No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a week…” I stuff my hands into my pockets, looking away from Axel, cheeks burning. You know, I never used to show this much emotion. Stupid hormones.
“Aww, that was below the belt, Roxas. And besides, I’m just saying the truth. I mean, really. You’re about as straight as a fish.”
“What the hell kinda analogy is that!?”
He laughs, and I just shake my head. I’m still looking away from him, but if I try hard enough, I can still see Axel from the corner of my eye. He looks thoughtful, which, as much as I hate to admit it, has me very, very nervous.
After a minute or two of silence, he speaks.
“I’ll make you a bet,” he begins, and my head whips around to look at him.
“A… a bet?” I squeak out, most likely visibly nervous.
“Yeah." He grins cockily and shrugs. “I bet you… that I can prove that you’re gay. In three days.” He grins over at me, and my face flushes.
“W-what?" I exclaim, nearly losing my balance.
"I bet that I can prove you're gay. In three days. Got it memorized?"
I snort at his habitual line, and look at him, voice wary. "What do you mean ‘prove’?” I ask, shaking my head slightly. I can already tell a few things: Axel has something planned, and there is no way I’m getting out of it.
“If you agree to it--” he begins, leaning down a bit so he’s at my height, grinning. “--you’ll find out! So, what d’you say?”
He grins at me again, and I raise an eyebrow. “I’m not agreeing to anything if there aren’t rules. And prizes.”
Axel brightens; he knows that despite what I said, he has me. I’m not getting out of this one. “If you win--meaning, you’re not gay, or whatever--um… you can…”
“You won’t bug me about it. Ever again,” I interject, pointing an accusing finger at him. He holds his hands up in a classic “I surrender” motion and nods, grinning. Because maybe if he doesn't bug me about it, it'll go away. Yeah. It has nothing to do with the face that maybe it'll give me some time away from him in which I can forcibly remove all thoughts of him from my brain by slamming my head into a wall. Multiple times.
“Sure, sure," he says, grinning. "And if I win… you come to my senior prom with me!”
Does he enjoy surprising the crap out of me, or something? I do my second double take of the day, staring at him like he’s grown an extra head.
“Are you kidding?” I practically screech out. “No way!” I don't care if he's open about the fact that he prefers guys. Even if he somehow manages to pry something out of me, there's no way in hell I'm going to parade around announcing to the world I'm gay. Because I'm not. Really.
“Hey, relax Roxas, that’s only if I win. And if you’re not gay, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Right?” Axel says with a grin, running a hand through his hair.
I grumble something about stupid red heads, before shooting him a glare. “Alright, I’ll do it. But!” I say, effectively stopping any strange victory dance he had been planning to perform. “No kissing, groping, et cetera. Got it? I don’t want any of that.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” he says, waving a hand dismissively. “It starts tomorrow, since we’re home, and I’ve got homework. I’ll see you tomorrow, Roxas. Or should I say--Prom date.” He grins that same, predatory grin as earlier, before heading into his house.
I swear once under my breath, flipping off his back, before walking into my house. Once inside, I collapse against the door.
What have I gotten myself into?
Author: Kate, a.k.a. pink__shok
Rating: PG-13, for language, and, erm, sexual advances? XD
Chapter: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2
Spoiler?: None. It's AU. :3
Info: This story has been revised. Hence the reposting. |D I disabled comments on the earlier drafts of this and Ch. 1. So comment on this now. 8D
How to Turn a Guy Gay in Three Days
Prologue
I heard his footsteps a good minute or so before he appeared in the doorway. Axel was never good at keeping quiet, and the echoing halls of our high school didn’t help his case. I had my back turned away from him, but I knew he was headed my way. Sadly, what worried me more was the fact that I couldn’t get away from him without disrupting the classes in session. Terrific. I should’ve known that if I left to go to the bathroom he’d find me.
As if on cue, I heard him call out “Whatcha doin’?” in that arrogant way of his.
I turn my head and glare at him, which only causes him to smirk and continue following after me.
“C’mon Rox--”
“Shut up. I’m going to the bathroom. Don’t you have anything better to do? Aren’t you like, one of those messenger people for the office this period?” My voice is apathetic as it usually is, and even after all the times I've spoken to him like this, I still see a flash of pain. Damn. I stuff my hands into the pockets of my pants, trying to ignore the fact that he was now walking next to me.
Instead of saying some witty (read: stupid) comment back, he just grinned--even if it was, to some extent, a bit forced, but I ignored that. Instead, I just thought what I always though about his grins at times like this. Either he really didn't have anything to do this period, or he had something planned. And, knowing Axel, it was the latter of the two.
We turned the corner of the hallways that led to the bathrooms, and I sent him one last glare before pushing open the door of the men’s room. He didn’t follow me in.
There are only a few things that cause me to get worked up. Axel is one of them. It’s not that I like him or anything, it’s just that, after knowing each other for such a long time, he knows how to rile me up. Seriously. That’s all it is.
I snort at my reflection. Yeah, right. It’s just because he riles me up; I can’t even lie to myself. I turn on the faucet and stick my head underneath the steady stream of cold water. Maybe that’ll help get rid of the stupid feelings.
When I pull my head out from under the water, I wring out my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror. It stares back at me, as reflections are known to do. After all, it’s not like it could respond, or give me the answer to all my problems. As much as I’d like it to.
I was never, never supposed to... have a crush on him. I suppose that's the right term. But somehow the guy had forced his way under my skin and stuck there. Maybe it was the fact that Axel was open about his sexuality and that somehow translated into my mind as that being a reason I should start having, well, dreams about him. The thought of it makes me cringe and blush, and I can't even look at my own reflection. It's embarrassing as hell, even admitting it to my own reflection.
Axel isn’t anywhere when I leave the bathroom.
.break;
In fact, I don’t see Axel until later. It’s a good thing, I suppose, that we’re in different grades; he’s two years older, and, therefore, much busier. Especially since graduation’s in a month or so.
So, like I said, Axel wasn’t around at lunch, or in the halls, or the library. He didn’t show up to cause me grief until after school. But then, that’s not surprising, since we are neighbors. Curse our parents.
“So, Roxas. How was your day?” he asks, pleasantly enough, although the slightly predatory grin on his face proves otherwise.
“Fine,” I respond, hesitantly, eyeing him to make sure he doesn’t try anything funny. Because he has. Things like deciding it’d be funny to see how I’d react if he grabbed my ass. Which was, let me tell you, hard to come up with an excuse for when I returned home, completely flushed with embarrassment.
“Good,” he says, putting his hands behind his head. “Hey, you have a girlfriend yet?”
I do a double take, eyes blinking up at him owlishly (damn him for standing a good head or so taller than me). “N-no… why?” I stutter out, taking a step or so away from him in the process. We continue walking towards our house, all the while.
I don't want to admit it's because during my last attempt at dating, I hadn't been able to kiss her because of a certain redhead, and that I had nearly sworn off women.
“No reason,” he replies, grinning. “Just wondering if you were still denying being gay.”
“What!?” I screech out, gaining a look from a woman on the opposite side of the street. I glare, and she keeps walking. “I’m not--” I pause, lowering my voice. “--gay!” He only laughs. And I wasn't. Really. Just because I was in something-or-other with Axel meant nothing. It's been known to happen, especially between guys who are as close as we are. And it's not like I've never looked at other guys before. Um. I meant "ever." Yeah. It's not like I've ever looked at other guys before.
“Sure, you’re not. And that’s why you’re so defensive.” He grins, before singing out, “Me thinks thou doth protest too much…”
“Shut up! God, you’re such an ass! No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend for more than a week…” I stuff my hands into my pockets, looking away from Axel, cheeks burning. You know, I never used to show this much emotion. Stupid hormones.
“Aww, that was below the belt, Roxas. And besides, I’m just saying the truth. I mean, really. You’re about as straight as a fish.”
“What the hell kinda analogy is that!?”
He laughs, and I just shake my head. I’m still looking away from him, but if I try hard enough, I can still see Axel from the corner of my eye. He looks thoughtful, which, as much as I hate to admit it, has me very, very nervous.
After a minute or two of silence, he speaks.
“I’ll make you a bet,” he begins, and my head whips around to look at him.
“A… a bet?” I squeak out, most likely visibly nervous.
“Yeah." He grins cockily and shrugs. “I bet you… that I can prove that you’re gay. In three days.” He grins over at me, and my face flushes.
“W-what?" I exclaim, nearly losing my balance.
"I bet that I can prove you're gay. In three days. Got it memorized?"
I snort at his habitual line, and look at him, voice wary. "What do you mean ‘prove’?” I ask, shaking my head slightly. I can already tell a few things: Axel has something planned, and there is no way I’m getting out of it.
“If you agree to it--” he begins, leaning down a bit so he’s at my height, grinning. “--you’ll find out! So, what d’you say?”
He grins at me again, and I raise an eyebrow. “I’m not agreeing to anything if there aren’t rules. And prizes.”
Axel brightens; he knows that despite what I said, he has me. I’m not getting out of this one. “If you win--meaning, you’re not gay, or whatever--um… you can…”
“You won’t bug me about it. Ever again,” I interject, pointing an accusing finger at him. He holds his hands up in a classic “I surrender” motion and nods, grinning. Because maybe if he doesn't bug me about it, it'll go away. Yeah. It has nothing to do with the face that maybe it'll give me some time away from him in which I can forcibly remove all thoughts of him from my brain by slamming my head into a wall. Multiple times.
“Sure, sure," he says, grinning. "And if I win… you come to my senior prom with me!”
Does he enjoy surprising the crap out of me, or something? I do my second double take of the day, staring at him like he’s grown an extra head.
“Are you kidding?” I practically screech out. “No way!” I don't care if he's open about the fact that he prefers guys. Even if he somehow manages to pry something out of me, there's no way in hell I'm going to parade around announcing to the world I'm gay. Because I'm not. Really.
“Hey, relax Roxas, that’s only if I win. And if you’re not gay, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Right?” Axel says with a grin, running a hand through his hair.
I grumble something about stupid red heads, before shooting him a glare. “Alright, I’ll do it. But!” I say, effectively stopping any strange victory dance he had been planning to perform. “No kissing, groping, et cetera. Got it? I don’t want any of that.”
“Fine, fine, fine,” he says, waving a hand dismissively. “It starts tomorrow, since we’re home, and I’ve got homework. I’ll see you tomorrow, Roxas. Or should I say--Prom date.” He grins that same, predatory grin as earlier, before heading into his house.
I swear once under my breath, flipping off his back, before walking into my house. Once inside, I collapse against the door.
What have I gotten myself into?