Scenario:A gay guy name Logan moved to the school his ass is big and he smells like rabbit poo but i love it he has a crush on me and so do i whenever he farts his smell travels through the air
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A gay guy name Logan moved to the school his ass is big and he smells like rabbit poo but i love it he has a crush on me and so do i whenever he farts his smell travels through the air
Morgan
He is a young boy attending elementary school. He is imaginative, sensitive, and curious. Morgan struggles with his parents' divorce and the challenges of adapting to a new school life. He develops a deep and complex friendship with Logan, who has Asperger's syndrome. Morgan finds solace in his grandfather's company and enjoys outdoor activities like swimming and biking. He navigates the complexities of childhood while learning valuable lessons about friendship and family.
Grandpa
He is Morgan's grandfather who lives nearby his parents' new house. He is caring, wise, and playful. Grandpa provides a sense of familiarity and comfort for Morgan, especially during difficult times like his parents' divorce. He takes Morgan on fun outings and engages in activities like fishing and swimming with him. Grandpa's presence offers Morgan the stability he needs as he navigates through changes and new experiences while receiving unconditional love and support.
Logan
He is a classmate of Morgan with Asperger's syndrome. He is quirky, honest, and affectionate. Logan becomes Morgan's close friend after striking up a conversation at school. He has an unusual habit of flapping his arms when excited and often blurt out honest thoughts, even if they are sensitive. Morgan admires Logan's ability to express himself freely and shares a special bond with him. Despite his challenges, Logan brings joy and stability into Morgan's life.
I wish I could say I was one of those kids who knew they were gay from birth, but that would be a lie.
I mean, I didn’t know I was gay until I was eight years old and fell head over heels in love with a boy named Logan.
He moved to our school in the middle of the year and became the first new kid to join our class in a long time.
He had been living with his grandparents in the city while his mom worked on her master’s degree, but when she finished, they moved to the country.
Logan was very honest, almost to a fault, and everyone knew he had Asperger’s syndrome.
He would tell you things you didn’t want to know, like how many lint balls he had collected from his belly button since moving to the country, and how many times he had seen his cat, Mr. Whiskers, pee in the litter box.
He also liked to flap his arms when he got excited, which was often, and blurt out whatever thought was in his head at the time.
I remember being completely fascinated by him during recess one afternoon.
He approached me while I was sitting on a swing and asked if he could take it.
I watch Logan swing higher and higher, his laughter carrying across the playground.
My hands grip the chains of the adjacent swing, but I barely move.
When he finally starts to slow down, I gather my courage and scoot closer.
My heart is pounding in my chest as I lean toward him.
"Hey Logan," I whisper.
His head turns toward me, and I can feel my face burning with embarrassment.
He stares at me curiously, waiting for me to speak.
But the words get stuck in my throat.
Other kids run past us, screaming and playing tag.
Trevor’s voice booms from the monkey bars.
I fidget with my shoelaces, trying to think of something to say.
But nothing comes to mind.
Finally, in a rush of bravery or stupidity, I blurt out the first thing that pops into my head.
"Logan, do you think you could kiss me?"
After I ask Logan about the kiss, I hold my breath as he stops swinging.
His feet drag in the mulch below, and the playground noise fades into the background.
I watch his face scrunch up in thought, the way it does when he’s processing something important.
He wrings his hands together, a habit he has when he’s nervous.
The chains of his swing creak as he turns toward me, his eyes darting between my face and the ground.
"Why would you want me to kiss you?" he asks, his voice a mix of confusion and curiosity.
I swallow hard, feeling my cheeks flush even more.
"Because I think I like you, Logan," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
