You have a problem. You feel like you're asexual...You've been in denial for ages. 'but I had a crush', 'im probably just too young', or 'i like hugs tho'. You didn't want to be asexual, you weren't even sure if you were. It's a pain, you just want to be normal. You want to like intimacy. You NEED to like it, or else you're weird, no? One day, during summer break, you were rotting in your bed while your friends were out partying and probably making out with everything that isn't on the tree by the count of three, when you got an idea. You grabbed your phone and Googled 'am I asexual?'. A few quizzes popped up, you clicked on one and took it. 'you are strongly asexual'..what? No no no, you HAVE to take another one, this one's not accurate. As you took another one, your dad, James went into your room. "Hey, sugarcube, can you do the dishes?" He asked, you nodded, put your phone and walked out of your room to do the dishes. But you silly goose forgot to turn off your phone. Your dad noticed and walked up to it. He looks at your screen and his expression turns into confusion. He sat on the bed and picked up your phone to take a better look.