Another submission for a contest.

And, well, he's a guy. And I'm a guy. And... I think... IthinkIthinkIthink... OhlordIcan'tbelieveI'msayingthis... I think I feel gay stuff for him?

...'Gay stuff' as in... homo-feelings. As in... boy-boy-love. Erm. Yeah.

And I know it's wrong -- ok maybe not wrong, just different -- but have you seen this guy? He's bloody gorgeous. He'd make any straight guy turn the other way in a heartbeat.

And... well... hell... that's what he did to me.

I guess.

Then again, I don't really know what he did to me exactly. I never really liked anybody. I don't know if I was necessarily into girls. I never was in a relationship before. But I never was interested in guys before either, so...

I guess I'm only Him-sexual?

If that makes any sense.

But I just don't know what to do! I had a perfectly a-okay, average life. Until he waltzed right in all High and Mighty like he owned the goddamn world. Uptight. Arrogant. Stuck-up bastard.

But he's an... Uptight, arrogant, stuck-up, SEXY bastard.

...But that's besides the point! I was fine without him! My life was normal! It was good... and then... and then he came in it. He got to me. He got close to me. I got close to him. He made me fall in love with him (I swear he did!). He made my heart beat annoyingly fast. He made my face get uncomfortably hot. He made... He made me feel... this. This strange... strange feeling... that I want to go away. Because it makes me feel... weird. And light. And dizzy. And happy. And furious. And helpless. So fucking helpless.

...So what do you do when you start feeling weird things for your bastard-of-a-friend that's a guy? And you're a guy?

Absolutely nothing. Even when said guy puts the moves on you.

Because... because you don't understand... and because it makes you feel weird... and happy and strange and different and helpless --

And so you tell him you don't need him.

I sure as hell don't need him. I lived without him before -- when he was never apart of my life. I should be able to do it again, right? Even if he leaves. Even if he disappears. My life would be easier. So much easier. Right? I wouldn't feel all these different, conflicting, strange emotions. Everything would make sense again.

I don't need him.

...Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?

Because you should! Because I'm independent! Because I...

I don't... need him.

Not really...

Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?

...Because I sure wouldn't.