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Stuart was walking out to his car, all ready to get out of the Google building (because despite the new found win, he had had his fill of crazy for one fucking day, thank you very much.) and his mind was racing. His social life had just expanded rapidly, as well as his career. And for the most part, these new friends of his are relatively tolerable. Now, with his new job, he was going to have to eventually train a group of new Google member (there was no way he was going to say "Nooglers") and he really had had his fill of that experience. Finally at the black mini van his pale fingers reached the handle, curving in preparation to pull, when he was stopped by a soft hand.

"Uhm, and maybe when we do go out sometime, could it be… a date?" Neha questioned shyly. Oh. Well this was going to be very uncomfortable for both of them. Rubbing the back of his head, the beanie eyed boy turned to face her.

"You're a really nice girl- she smiled at him happily. "but-" the smiled completely dropped, "I'm kind of really gay. It's no offense, and I would, really, but I like…" he was struggling with finding words now, tangled in guilt. "…dicks." he finished lamely, internally wincing at his own choice of words. Holding in with glistening eyes, she gave him an encouraging (really more embarrassed) smile, weak at best.

"it's okay, really. I should go." She rushed, now skittering off as fast as her legs would carry her.

"Why the sour mood?." He heard the naturally aristocratic voice muse, tone practically oozing smugness, even after failing epically. Some people never learn. Without evn turning to face the pompous boy, he displayed what is his favorite finger.

"Fuck off."

"Oh, why? What have I ever done to you besides letting bask in my presence?" Graham retorted arrogantly, frustrating Stuart enough to turn.

"Oh I don't know? Maybe it's just me, but I feel that being a raging dick speaks for itself." He remarked dully.

"What? I thought you said you like dicks?" He stiffened. He heard that? Shit. He had only come out to a few people. It's not as hough he was uncomfortable with being gay, he really just didn't need the whole world to know. He really didn't need his personal life out there. To anyone. And definitely not to him of all people.

"You heard that?" He said casually, now try to seem very nonchalant about the matter. To no avail, as he saw the spark of interest in the failed googlers eye. Oh great. Just great. He was now internally berating himself for even asking that. Of course he heard that dipshit!

"Oh? A little sexuality shy? Well it's okay. You aren't the only one who is attracted to the superior gender. Attractive men or women, they can all be used to your advantage." he said deviously, now making eye contact- which to Stuarts utmost displeasure- made him squirm a little where he stood.

"Okay, so I'm not sure if you understood the original 'Fuck Off', but I guess that just means I'll have to take the matter into my own hands." He said to comprnsate for his underlying nerves.

"I'm so glad I won't have to see you ever again." And as he drove away, he saw the boy smirk and heard him laugh loudly all the way out.

What he didn't hear was the mumble of: "That's what you think."

Author's Note: Ugh, I know! I can't write long chapters for crap. But hey, I used to write 200 word per chapter stories before I wrote fanfiction. Not pretty. Anyway, I needed to get some Internship feels ready to write my request for the lovely Wolfgirl705 (though this is not the request, which I will be writing, I would like to also deficate this story to you as my first request-er.) Anyway, longer and better chapter are the plan!

Have a rockin' day!


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