Take It Off--yaoi "Do you ever take that thing off?" he asked me once, tugging the sleeve of my old orange sweatshirt. I'd been told before that it was an eyesore, but he had never mentioned it. I wondered why he chose now, a normal day of video games and pizza, to ask.Take It Off--yaoi by imaginaryending
It's true that I wore it every day. I mean, don't get me wrong. It was clean. I washed it all the time. I just liked it, was all. "You should know," I retorted after a moment. After all, this guy, Nathan, was my best friend. I was sure I had... well... maybe I hadn't taken it off in front of him before. To be honest, I hadn't even thought about it until now.
"Well, I just don't think I've ever seen you without it. Even in summer." Was that a problem? I thought not.
"I'm attatched." I crossed my arms and pouted my lips in a childish display. He was used to this kind of thing from me by now.
He smiled one of those Nathan-