Insomniiyac

SAMUEL Samuel lays down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. So many thoughts were racing through his head- most which he didn’t want to think about. He had to sort out his feelings. It was this tangled, crumpled mess and he just didn’t know how to handle it. How the fuck did he allow himself to get visibly embarrassed and flustered in front of him like this? He wasn’t gay. He was never was gay. He walks out of his room in search of his sister. Yeah, yeah; asking a 16-year old for advice might be a little stupid he had to admit, but it’s usually women that understands emotions the best? Wasn’t like he had anyone else to talk to about this anyways. Anyone else would probably would call him a faggot or some shit. He went down the stairs and spotted her in the dining room eating and doing her homework. He takes the spot next to her, earning a side-eye. “Can I help you?” “I need help.” “Yeah, you do,” she snorts. “I meant advice. Is everything a damn joke to you nowadays?”