Crushing on a straight

Tick, tock, tick, tock. Glancing for the eleventh time at the clock, you couldn't hold a deep, bored sigh. On your table, a piece of paper was laying, waiting to be collected, graded, and given back later. Having finished a test too early and now having to wait for the bel to ring was desperately dull, and you had but one wish: for it to be over already.

The closer summer was getting, the longer the class days seemed to get, and the harder it was to stay focused in class. Added to that the warm weather that was doing nothing to keep you awaken, and you had the perfect situation for day dreaming.

The silence of the class numbing your mind, your attention drifted from the board and, as if magnetically attracted, landed on Alex. Curiously your boredom evaporated instantly. One would have thought that spending all the years of high school with someone is enough to be accustomed to them, but you could never stop staring. Beautiful. Perfect. In every way, from the physic to the personality, the hobbies, the way of talking, thinking. Everything. Everything was attracting you. In fact you would have made your move long, long ago, even years ago, if it hadn't been for a minor setback. Oh nothing much, nothing really serious, it was just that Alex was straight.

As straight as they come, straight as an arrow, straight as the titanium bar, straight as the justice. And you definitely weren't.

This had been so infuriating, so painful, so heart-breaking, watching your crush go out with the opposite sex, love, break-up, fall again, break-up again, while you stayed the loyal friend, always faithful, and always single.

You had tried to yourself away, to date someone who wasn't Alex, to stop these romantic and lustful feeling, and to keep them at the friendship level. But the heart is not something easily tamed, and no matter who you dated, you always ended up thinking about the same person. Always.

Until one night, in the place between sleep and alert, where the mind roams freely, you suddenly jerked awake with an idea. Or more precisely with a resolution, because the idea had always been there, after realising you loved a straight. You had decided that no matter the cost, no matter the time it would take, you would make Alex gay.

Where any other would have given up before that unbreakable obstacle, you persisted, kept searching days and night in every book, every site, every library and every shop that could have helped.

You would have no rest until you turn your crush gay.