Josh's POV
Uncovered
*edited*

I didn't know, was I thinking too much into it? I've never stressed about it now, so why was I?

It didn't make sense.

"Do you think if a deer has sex with a fawn it be registered as a pedophile?" Callum asks suddenly as we pull into my house, the box of crackers still sitting on his lap.

I grin at him, "No, I think it would be registered as a pedofawnile." I say, feeling somewhat proud of myself for some measly joke. "Get it? Do you get it? Because a baby deer is a Fawn so like- it's like- ya know?"

Callum rolls his eyes clapping slowly, "Good job, you should feel proud." He says sarcastically.

"Thanks, I do." I respond.

"You should."

"Well I do."

"Good, you should." Callum states again, sarcastically.

"Well that's good because I do." I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Well, You should."

I sigh, "I'm not arguing with you." I say, placing my hand up to stop him.

"You just did." He says, his lips beginning to tilt up.

"Did not!" I defend.

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Yes you did."

"No I did not." I say, crossing my arms over my chest and watching him, once again, roll his eyes.

Callum smiles as we walk towards the house opening the door before saying. "Ladies first." As he motions towards the inside of my warm house.

I roll my eyes, grumbling slightly as I take the opportunity to get out of the cold weather.

Plopping down on the couch I kick up my feet and dropping my gummies onto my lap, taking the space where Callum usually sits.

Instead he opts for the other couch and enjoys himself by kicking off his shoes and placing his hands under his head.

"What movie should we watch?" He asks, searching through the movie category on the TV.

"A scary one." I answer, earning a glare from Callum.

"We could watch Saw again, or Truth Or Dare?" He suggest, glancing at me for an answer.

"Truth or dare." I say, considering we've watched Saw about 700 times, not even estimating.

Callum nods his head, clicking on the movie.

~~~

"Boring, boring, boring." Callum says shaking his head.

Meanwhile, I was terrified.

I can never play truth or dare again.

Callum still had a few crackers left so we just played cartoons while he munched on them. I had long since finished my gummies. Yes all three bags, don't judge.

And then I caught myself again, admiring him. His hair, his eyes, his jaw.

I sigh, not even giving myself any time to think about what I was about to say before saying it.

"I think I'm gay." I say, leaving out the part about my... exposing dream about him last night.

I watched his expression, waiting for some sign that he was angry. I waited for him to call me a faggot, to curse me off and tell me he never wanted to see me again.

He took his gaze off the Tv his eyes meeting mine.

No angry words, no judging.

Instead, I was greeted with his perfect toothy smile.

"That's great man, I'm proud you." He says, as he stuffed another cracker in his mouth. "It takes some real balls to come out to someone." He says, his beautiful green eyes blazing into mine.

It was the biggest relief I've ever felt, that he wasn't judging, that he wasn't going to be offended.

I felt myself become flustered at his gaze. "Uh, Yeah, Thanks." I stumbled out, "You're not mad?" I ask.

His expression turns to hurt as he crinkles his eyebrows. "Why the hell would I be mad?" He asks, hesitating on the crackers and pushing them away.

"I just thought-it's just- well... you just always seem so pissed when someone mentions the word gay." I spit out words, scared for his reaction.

He makes a face at my accusation.

He sighs, "That doesn't fucking mean I hate gays. Normally when I do that it's because someone's using the word 'gay' to hate on them, it just pisses me off, you know?" He asks, bringing the crackers back into his lap and biting into them.

"Plus-" He adds on, "You're my best friend, if anything, you being gay is a blessing. I'll always support you." He says, glancing at me through the side of his eyes.

I look away, towards the door to hide the crimson blush that I feel spread over my face.

"Thanks." I all but squeak out.

I felt butterfly's in my stomach as I listened to him continue to eat Crackers and turn on the games.

And that's the day I realized, I have a faint crush on my best friend.

~~~

Callum places a piece of chicken in his mouth as he clicks his pencil on the table.

"Why do you think algebra exists?" He asks suddenly, looking up to me.

I roll my eyes, "I don't know, now quit stalling and show me the next problem so I can help you." I demand.

Reaching over and grabbing my water as Callum puts down his pencil.

"I'm not stalling, you are, who even drinks water these days?" He asks, rolling his eyes.

"People who actually want to live. Now, let me see the next question." I say, placing down my water bottle.

He sighs, moving his wrist out of the way and showing me a question.

"What? We learned this stuff in like the fifth grade, how are you even struggling with it?" I ask, glancing down at him in my chair.

"If you hadn't noticed, I didn't really give a shit about the fifth grade." He says, rolling his eyes. "Or about any grades. In fact, the last class I had a good time in was PE."

"Don't roll your eyes at me, you're the one being a nimrod." I snap.

His challenging glare meets mine as he opens his mouth to make a comeback.

"You're the one being a show off." He says back.

"Your brain's too small to even comprehend that I'm not showing off, but using my common knowledge." I say back.

"At least my mom fucked a cow and not a dear." He says suddenly, before making at face. "Wait, no that doesn't make me any- whatever!" He exclaims, breaking our gaze before turning back to the paper.

I shake my head at his idiocy.

"Fine, lets do this, you try and work the problem and I'll see what you did wrong."

Not five minutes later Callum says.

"I most definitely did something wrong."

I walk over to see his answer, maybe he was a couple of hundreds wrong or maybe he put a negative by accident.

"How the fuck did you get forty-eight million?" I ask in complete confusion. "There's no way Callum. There's-" I let out a spurt of laughter.

"That's why I said I did something wrong. I have no idea. Look I was just pressing the numbers into the calculator okay! I don't know how I- stop laughing." He says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

I pinched my lips to hide my smile, "You didn't just do something wrong, you like, messed up the whole paper or something."

Callum sighs, "Can you just... help me?" He asks, running a hand through his black hair.

I nod my head, suddenly unable to stop my laughter. .

I laugh as I bring the eraser, attempting to stop laughing so I could actually erase it.

When I failed miserably I started to laugh harder.

"It's not that funny." Callum grumbles as I have to squat from laughing to hard.

I look up at Callum to see an amused look on his face as he looks down at me. "Okay it's a little funny." He said, laughing a bit himself before shaking his head and picking up the eraser."

Tears flood into my eyes as I laugh harder.

"It's not even possible to get forty eight million with three small numbers." I say placing my head on his desk as I start to calm down from laughing.

"Ha ha, I'm a failure at math. We've all known that since the second grade when I thought 2 plus 2 was 22, can you just... help me now?"

I nod my head, standing up and walking him through the steps, having to stop from laughing again every once and awhile.

When I finally explained it to Callum he seemed even more confused.

"Okay, But- how- when did math become so hard?" He asks, placing his head down on both the desk and his paper.

I sigh, "Okay, lets do the next problem."

He shakes his head, "It's too much work."

"It is called home work." I say as Callum lets out a whine.

"This is stupid, I'm not going to become a damn mathematician or something. "

"Wow, I'm surprised you have such a big vocabulary." I say, pulling the paper out from under his head, making him lift up his face.

"I know other words, three to be exact."

"Really? Do tell?" I ask, searching the next problem.

"Suck a dick." He says, laughing slightly at his own joke.

"Oh, shut the hell up." I grumble, hearing him laugh and eventually I found myself joining him.

Even his laugh brings butterflies to my stomach.

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I wrote this chapter once and posted it, but I really disliked it and so I redid it and I still don't particularly think it's my best work, but I do think is better than before!

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