The Gay Nerd Who Stole His Heart

Kylan heard a few small knocks on his door; he was unsure how he arrived home the next morning, but when he descended, evidently hungover, that was the moment he realized he was wearing sweats and a baggy shirt. He sent his hand through his hair and noticed that someone had cleaned out the gel. When the knocks resounded once more, he descended the stairs lethargically, and when he pulled it open, the fatigue caused him to fail to react. However, the long bright smile from Jonah did cause his heart to flutter. Jonah pulled something from behind his back; he had sweets and a pack of medicine in his palm, "Trying to cure help your pounding headache. Would this work?"

Kylan's arms stiffened, and he immediately stepped outside as he glanced backward, attempting to hear any noise that may seem like someone awaking. He needed to make sure his father was not going to appear suddenly, and when he felt certain, he closed the door behind him and crossed his arms.

Jonah stepped backward as well with a frown; both of them remembered what had occurred the night before, which was part of the reason why Jonah felt comfortable presenting himself at Kylan's doorsteps. Additionally, he felt a bit of nervousness, and seeing Kylan's squinted eyes from fatigue and disheveled hair made him feel quite flustered. However, Kylan did not exactly seem excited to see him.

He sighed tiredly, "What are you doing here?"

"I just thought I'd surprised you," Jonah murmured in confusion. Then, he leaned forward, "Do you not remember what happened yesterday—"

"I do remember," he said quietly, his cheeks becoming a slight shade of red, "I do."

Jonah frowned, "Then why do you seem so worried?" Kylan turned away from his tense gaze examining his features. When Jonah noticed that he was avoiding his gaze, he reached for Kylan's chin aggressively and jolted it back straight, forcing Kylan to meet his gaze, "Are you going to tell me why?"

Kylan crossed his arms, appearing fragile compared to toned, built, tall Jonah, who was concerned about why his fingers were trembling. Soon, Kylan sighed and said, "I'm still not sure if this is a good idea, Jonah."

"Why not?" he asked, upset about hearing those words. "We've been through this already." When Kylan's features did not budge, Jonah leaned forward and placed his lips on his, without feeling the kiss or asking for an entrance, but instead only a long-held peck that was filled with warmth as he slipped his hand on Kylan's lower back. Kylan jolted from his touch but withheld his lips, focusing on the warmth Jonah provided. As they pulled away, Jonah remained tightly near him, "I told you Ky, I like you. I understand why you're nervous and scared. But all I'm asking is for you to give me a chance, or actually give this a chance."

Kylan bit his bottom lip but knew what answer he was going to give. Jonah had been really pushing this to work and pushing Kylan to agree with him. Therefore his hungover self leaned forward, placing his forehead against Jonah's chest. "You can't make any noise until my father leaves, and I'm going back to bed since I'm tired," he murmured, and Jonah nodded his head, but Kylan was unable to see the bright smile plastered on his face. Soon enough, he pulled away as opened the door, motioning to Jonah to stay quiet as they tippy-toed their way up the stairs. Kylan returned to sleep once he was in his room, and Jonah took a few moments to examine his room. It was very plain, with beige walls and white and black bed sheets, a desk, and a small television with game consoles. Other than that, there were no decorations or any indication of how Kylan's personality may be. Jonah wondered if it had anything to do with his confused identity. He was gay but did not avoid dating women, which was surprising.

However, Jonah simply took a seat and roamed through his game consoles before playing a few games. Him being hungover as well, he soon grew very tired as drowsy, and after about half an hour, slowly climbed into bed with Kylan. Kylan did not wake from the movement and even shuffled closer to him, still asleep. Jonah smirked, stripped himself of his shirt, wrapped an arm around Jonah's waist and pulled him closer, and soon drifted off to a comfortable sleep of his own.

It was only when they heard a loud squeal that both their eyes opened. The fatigue was evident, but Jonah did not sit up. However, Kylan's entire face became bright red when he realized that Jonah's body was pressed against his back. Instantly, he sat up, Jonah groaning and turning around, and finally, he realized who had squealed.

Ella had her eyes wide open, her mouth gaped as her eyes jolted from Kylan to Jonah repeatedly. They knew there was some sort of thing going on between them, but not to this extent. With raised eyebrows, she closed the bedroom door and leaned against it. "So this is why I was ditched last night?" she said calmly.

Kylan inhaled a sharp breath; he could not exactly remember what happened last night. "I'm sorry, I don't even know what-"

"He didn't ditch you last night," Jonah inserted, his tone aggressive, "I brought him back since he was too drunk."

"I could've brought him back since that's how he came to the party with me." Ella would not have retorted if Jonah's tone had not been that egotistical and annoyed. She was closer to Kylan than he could ever be, and it was a way to let him know his place.

However, Jonah was not having it either, and he pushed himself off the bed, retrieving his shirt as Ella observed him, "Well, I brought him back. So he didn't ditch you," he stepped towards her, "he just chose me over you."

That comment did strike a nerve, and she turned to Kylan, who scratched the back of his head uncomfortably. Jonah's shoulders had broadened, and he observed her features seem taken aback. Soon enough, Ella's turned into a glare, and she hissed, "You barely know if you're gay or not, let alone was swarming a girl's face yesterday. Kylan could never choose you over me."

"Sweetheart," Jonah growled in a deep voice, "I think he just did."

"Even so, you're probably a rebound."

"And you're probably just a—"

"Hey guys," Kylan descended from the bed, interrupting them and placing himself in between, "please stop arguing. It gives me anxiety." His breathing had grown heavier, and with one last narrowed eyes towards Jonah, she scoffed and turned away, stomping towards the bed and sitting on it. "By the way, here are new glasses for you," she said, grabbing them from her pocket and throwing them in his direction. Kylan placed them on as he thanked her. It had been a while since he could properly see since he did not like wearing contacts.

Kylan scratched the side of his face and observed as Ella shuffled to be comfortable on the bed, and Jonah grabbed a spot on the chair. He had never had more than Ella in the room, which was making him feel a bit uncomfortable, but it was definitely something he could grow accustomed to.

He sent a hand through his hair, "Do you guys want something to eat?"

"How about we go out to eat?" Jonah suggested, raising an eyebrow. Kylan shrugged his shoulders, "We could do that."

"Where would we go?" Ella asked, and Jonah immediately scoffed.

"You weren't exactly invited."

"Alright, that's it," Ella jumped up from the bed and stomped towards the door, "I'm already annoyed. So whenever you feel like hanging out, come over."

Kylan gulped, "Wait, Ella-"

"Bye," she slammed the door shut behind her, and Kylan's arm fell to his side. It was merely the first time they all hung out together, and she had just joined them. It was evidently going to take some time before they all became good friends.

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Jonah raised his eyebrows, "What's her deal?"

"She's just not used to a new guest."

He frowned, "You don't have other friends that hang out with you guys."

He scratched the side of his face, avoiding his gaze, "Not exactly."

Suddenly, the attention was drawn towards Jonah's phone; his phone started blaring. It was not from someone calling him, but instead, notifications were popping up. He reached his phone, and after opening it, Kylan saw all the emotions being drained from his face, replaced with complete shock and disbelief. It was as if he had just seen a dead body.

"What's wrong?" Kylan asked.

Jonah roared, "It's your fucking girlfriend, Kylan."

Kylan felt his muscles stiffen, "What are you talking about?"

"Look," he raised the screen towards Kylan, whose eyes squinted as he read what it said.

It was a tweet from Ashley that also had Jonah tagged. There were almost five hundred favorites and three hundred retweets. It read, "Everyone, don't think you can go for Jonah Minty because I'd like to inform you that he's gay. Oh, and he's dating Kylan."