Okay so I'm not sure if I like how this chapter is written. I might change it. please let me know what you guys think.
Do you think I should rewrite it?
Its now only two months till school is out for the summer.
I really wish it would hurry up and end already.
I’m not sure how much more I can take of this school year.
There is one positive thing about going to school day after day.
I do get to see him in history class.
And when he found out there was a ceramic class at the school, he soon transferred in that class with me too.
After meeting Josh things just seem so much more bearable.
Its like he gives me the strength to continue living.
I hope to spend time with him this summer.
Even though I think he is straight.
He knows I’m bi.
I told him the second day in history class.
The only reason I told him was because he asked me with that smile on his face.
How could I not tell him when he is smiling?
I wish I could know the same about him.
To be honest I’m scared to ask him about his sexuality.
What if he gets mad and stops talking to me?
I know I could handle it but… I don’t want him to reject me either.
He didn’t reject me when I told him I was bi.
He hugged me.
Would he still be my friend after I asked him?
What am I suppose to do?
I like him.
I like him a lot.
The way I feel about him is more than a friend would feel.
Then at the same time; I feel bad that I like him so much more than a friend.
So what do I do?
Should I ask him?
How should I ask him?
When should I ask him?
Maybe I should ask him in ceramics class.
He seems to be so much more comfortable in that class.
An at least then if he does get mad it’s the last class of the day.
Then I can text him later and apologies for making him mad.
That’s if he will even text me after I ask him.
Okay, I’m going to do it.
I mean what harm can it do?
You could lose him.
But then I will have to live with the truth.
I’m a coward.
No! I am no coward.
I will never be a coward again.
I’m going to ask him.
Oh gosh someone save me.
The bell finally rang for fourth period.
Now I can finally ask him.
Like always I’m the second person in the room.
Unlike the rest of the classrooms, the ceramics class is completely different.
The classroom is extremely large for a single class.
Considering the amount of room needed for this class it makes since.
Each large “L” shaped cubical sits two students with plenty of room.
Josh took the set next to me when he transferred to the class.
The teacher Mrs. Manning seemed to take a shine to him.
They talk a lot together for a student and teacher.
And I do mean a lot.
Plus Josh is very talented with clay.
An on the pottery wheel… to say the least he is great.
Everything he makes in this class is amazing.
He makes it seem like it is just so easy.
To be honest, I have never met someone that enjoyed art as much as him.
The day when he was moved into this class he said.
“Ceramics is kind a like therapy. No matter how fucked up your life may seem or how horrible your day is; this class is a way to work your problems out.”
I was also very surprised when he said, “I’m so glad you’re in this class too. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. This school is so very different than my old school. You mean a lot to me Damien.”
The ring of the bell for fourth hour to start; bring me back into reality.
I look beside me and there sure enough smiling at me is Josh.
I wonder how long he has been there?
I can’t believe I didn’t notice him come into the class.
What is wrong with me?
I feel like I’m going to have a heart attack.
As the class begins to start working on their projects, Josh turns to me.
“Uh… Damien, Can I ask you something?”