Remy and cyrus

Chapter 2

When I asked him out, he told me he wasn’t interested in dating. I was pretty shocked to say the least. I had never heard that before. I was used to the word ‘yes.’ I told him I understood and we parted. It was awful. It was rejection.

Rejection sucked. I wasn’t mad at Cyrus for rejecting me, I was mad that I wasn’t good enough for him. I needed to get over myself, but I just felt awful. Absolutely awful.

I had lots of friends...I still have lots of friends, I got into all my top schools and the ones I just applied to for the sake of applying, I never had to ask for something more than once, and I always got a yes when I asked a guy out. This…this should have been no different.

Once in my truck I thought more and more about Cyrus. He could still be in the closet, but even so, he would have denied being gay instead of saying he wasn’t interested in dating. He said he wasn’t interested. That’s insane!

I was tall, dark, and handsome. I couldn’t think of a reason why he wouldn’t want to go out with me. I also don’t want you guys to think I’m an arrogant asshole. I’m a pretty decent guy too. I’m polite and courteous. I try to be nice to everyone.

When I saw him again I felt compelled to ask him why it was he didn’t want to go out with me. I probably should have just accepted it, but that’s just not the type of guy I am. I like to know why people do things. Or why people act a certain way. Or why somebody doesn’t want to go out with me.

“Hey, Cyrus.” He froze, like he was trying to…to avoid me and got caught. I was feeling so different lately. I was feeling depressed, and it was all because I got rejected. I guess I should have had this happen to me long ago, and I could move on with my life.

“Remy…hi.” He said with a nervous smile. He zipped up his jacket and put on his bag. “How are you?” He asked.

“I’ve been better.” I said. He wasn’t expecting to hear that. I don’t lie and say ‘fine’ when I feel bad. Why would I? You ask how I’m doing and I’ll tell you the truth. “I wanted to know why you don’t want to go out with me, like an actual reason.”

“I can’t tell you.” He said with a frown. “I don’t th…think you’d understand at all and I don’t want you to fe…feel bad about it…I just can…can’t tell you.” He turned to leave. “I’m sorry.” That was not a good enough explanation, at least not for me.

“You can trust me.” I said as I grabbed his arm. “One date…and I promise it’ll be alright.” I saw his face tense up in thought. It was so cute. “I have a secret too and you might think I’m weird too when I tell you.”

“Okay…I’d love to go out with you.” He said. I felt a bit better. But now I had to tell him my secret, that I liked him because he was…chubby.