True Love! Kinda...

Chapter 2- Fun Times

The entire walk all he could think about was Donald's offer. The idea of Donald spending time with him was enough to make Joe gush. He ran into his apartment and opened his contacts. He scrolled through the names until he came upon one he hasn't messaged in a while, Mike Pence. They never really got along, considering Mike was openly homophobic. That's why he found it odd Mike would bring him up, especially in a nice way. Joe clicked the call button.

His phone rang, and rang, and rang, for what felt like years. Finally, it stopped and a croaky voice responded. "What do you want?"

Joe lifted his head up, shocked by him answering. "Oh! Uh.. Donald said you talked about me.."

"Yeah?" Mike responded, growing agitated.

Joe cringed, why did he even call him? Why would he care? "Nevermind! Bye Mike!" Joe hung up.

He flopped on his bed, frustrated at his own idiocy. As he was replaying the conversation in his head, Don's offer kept forcing itself in.

Joe reached his hand in his pocket, grabbing the crumpled paper with the number on it. Despite the voices in his head telling him that he'd only end up hurting, he typed in Don's number.

"Hey, it's Joe. From school." Joe typed.

He dropped his phone, sitting crisscross, awaiting a response.

A few minutes pass by, but Donald doesn't respond to his text. Joe sighs, he knew Don giving him his number was too good to be true. He picked up his phone and starting playing "My Body is Made of Crushed Little Stars" by Mitski.

All of a sudden he hears a knock on his door. Joe groans and reluctantly walks down his stairs to open the door. He had ordered a Miku figurine a while back, so he was hoping that was what was at the door.

However, as he opened the door, he was surprised to see that it was Donald.

"Don? Wuh-What are you doing here? How did you find my address?" Joe asked, trying to pat down his hair.

Donald lifted up his skateboard, "Well, I figured you were gonna text me to teach you so.... I followed you home."

Joe felt a rock in his stomach. ",H-how did you know?" He lied through his teeth.

"I'm just the greatest," He responded. Donald then pulled Joe's arm, dragging him out of the house.

They arrived at a sort of secluded skate park, Joe supposed that no one really skated in Scranton. "Okay," Donald said, breaking the silence. He dropped the board and took off his helmet. Donald instead placed it gently on the other's head. Joe was most certainly having a visible gay panic. Don buckled it and shook the helmet, making sure it was snug on his head.

"Don, what happens if I fall?" Joe questioned nervously.

"Don't worry about it," Don shrugged nonchalantly. He held out his arm, "Just hold onto me."

'Not a problem,' Joe thought.

Joe gripped onto the other's arm, stepping onto the board. He let out a heavy heave, he grew more anxious by the second.

Donald's face softened, "Hey," he gently spoke. "You don't have to do this."

Joe looked up, a sudden new confidence washing over him. "No. I want to!" Joe then pushed off of Donald's arm, sending him down the road ahead.

He immediately regretted his decision as he seemed to be launched down the crumbly pavement. "Shitshitshitshit SHIIIIIIIT!!!" Joe shut his eyes. He was frozen in fright, wishing Don was there to protect him.

"HELL YEAH JOE!!" Don shouted, his voice distant and far off.

This simple encouragement caused Joe to slightly open his eyes. The wind blew past him in a jubilant rush. Joe let out a tense sigh. He has never felt more excitement. His joy, however, was short lived as the pavement came to a shortened stop.

Joe was launched from the board onto the lumpy pavement. Thankfully, he only fell in the grass. "Damn Joe!" Donald scooped Joe up in his arms. "You took a tumble there."

'Oh my god, my eyes are literally hearts. They have to be. I'm literally so in love i'm going vomit!' Joe's mind rushed, his face turning a rosie red. "Mm."

Donald cocks his head, confused, yet slightly amused. "Mm? Did your brain turn to mush on impact?"

"Yeah.. I MEAN NO!" Joe shook himself out of his dazed trance.

Joe pushed himself out of Donald's arms. He took of Donald's helmet and gave it to him. "I... I gotta go." Joe ran off, trying to hide his blushing face.

Donald stood there hurt, wondering what he did wrong. "Joe! I'm-" He was too late, Joe was out of sight. "Ugh!" He slammed the helmet on the ground and sat on the pavement.

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