-Brendon's POV-
"Are you a virgin?"
I gaped at the seemingly blunt question but nodded my head slightly, confirming it was a yes. Then the most disrespectful and rude sound came from Ryan's lips. He laughed.
I felt a wrenching pain in my gut. Looking down, I see no injury. I'm shocked, why did he have to laugh? I wiped my eyes, this was a bit of a touchy subject to me.
"Whoa- whoa, dude, I'm sorry. I didn't- I thought..."
-Ryan's POV-
"Whoa- whoa, dude, I'm sorry. I didn't- I thought..." I actually didn't know what to think, he was being SERIOUS! I felt so crap! God. What have I done? I knew it was a touchy subject for me before I... Well, you know...
I say down on the bed next to him. God, he was even more pale and skinny close up. His brown hair glinted in the sun and his eyes, I almost melted. Hang on. Why am I thinking like this. I mentally slapped myself.
The next thing that happened shocked me. He started to cry... onto my shoulder. I patted his head awkwardly. What do I do?
"Ry." How did he know my nickname?
"Ryan. I really... I just... I've liked you for a while."
Huh?
"Yeah, I'm a virgin, I'm gay. I like you. Straight up facts. Now. Please tell me something about you."
I blink.
"Well... My name is George Ryan Ross." I let out a weak smile. "I lost my V-Card a while ago. But I didn't like it. I'm not gay as far as I can tell."
-Brendon's POV-
My heart sank a little. He didn't like me? And he was straight. Well... We shall see about that.
My mission: Turn a seemingly innocent straight boy into my gay boyfriend.
Lets get ready to rumble.