Why would I be gay? Im straight as an arrow, right? As soon as I saw him, my heart started glowing a bright chrome blue, his started glowing a deep beautiful red. He was perfect, he was cute and goofy, and oh my goooooosh. "He-hello, I, um, I dunno, do you want to go to dinner with me?!" He blurted it out, his face a deep red. "Hella yes!" I mean, who wouldn't accept that offer?
We met up at McDonalds, and we talked about everything. He was really into cute geeky stuff, but me? I didn't get any of his references. I'm trash, grade A trash. I'm the type of trash that you thought went into recycling.
When we were walking out of McDonalds, he seemed like he was working up the courage to say something. I kept talking on and on about tumblr and stuff until he grabbed my shirt and kissed me. Soon I melted into it and he pulled himself away and gasped "Shut the hell up." And then we held hands to the car.