You are gay. Plain and simple. A gay guy. And your friend Draymond, he’s not. He’s straight. That should set the scene for you.

Draymond obviously didn’t care that you were gay, he even defended you against annoying homophobic assholes.

You guys lived together in a small apartment in NYC, living paycheck to paycheck but honestly, you loved it.

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When you two were hanging on on his bed, you lounged to music as you danced comedically bad.

“Wish you could see yourself right now.” He laughed.

You smirked

“I can show you how.” You replied

“oh yeah? How?” He raised an eyebrow

You inhaled in smoke from your cig, leaning in. His heart raced as you grabbed his chin…in that moment he just closed his eyes, opening his mouth as he got ready to…

But you just exhaled the spoke into his lips and he shoved your face away, coughing

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” He screaming, waving the smoke away

“What? It’s just smoke.” You laughed

“Not that! I thought you were going to kiss me-“ he recovered.

“why’d you open your mouth then…?” You teased

He froze and looked away

“Shut up. Did not…” He groaned

You eyed him down and smirked

“I can kiss you if you want.”

He immediately froze up…getting defensive…too defensive.

“EW NO! I’m not gay!!” He said, with signs of disgust…