~Time Jump~

I think I'm mostly settled in. A couple of weeks go by, and Abed's still acting, I dunno, odd. I am basically 100% certain that he's bi and doesn't know how to tell me. I don't really know how to deal with the subject, and Abed seems very happy ignoring the elephant in the room.

But if he's queer, there's a Chang- a very small one maybe he has a crush on me? And maybe, just maybe I can act on these stupid feelings I didn't realize I have until I had already left and it was too late. Maybe we could be-but that's such a risk, I don't think I or Abed are ready for that yet.

A month into living in LA now, and it's almost like it used to be. We're best friends, BFFs, the center of each other's worlds, all that. Except for that damn elephant.

I get a job at a nice restaurant with very generous tippers. I think they're looking for a stereotypical queer man, as they ask me about my love life. They need a token gay, and I can play the role. Getting a job in LA is pretty hard, but I'm not going to just be stuck in the apartment all the time. I don't really need the money but here everything is so expensive, and I want to be able to indulge Abed's wild ideas. So I tell the interviewer all about my boyfriend (everyone already thought Abed and I were together, it's not much of a stretch really) and they eat it up. Made sure to use some limp wrist gesturing, just to really drive the point home. And it worked, almost a little too well, but it worked.

When I get home, I tell everyone. Leslie and Brooklyn laugh, but Abed gets as red as a brown man can get (which isn't all that red, but I can tell he's very embarrassed). I try to brush it off, but I just can't anymore. I need to say something.

I've ended up putting it off for another month. Things are going so well, I can't just throw that big of a wrench into things. But today I texted LeVar and told him I was going to do it. And now I've told someone, I've gotta go through with it. Cause then I'd look like a wuss if I didn't. I gotta. So I will.

Or rather I was GOING TO. Right as I'm gearing up, both Abed's and my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Jeff had called the whole discord server of every Greendale "main character" that the original study group had befriended. Abed picks up, and we both stare at his phone in horror. Jeff Winger, THE Jeff Winger, is sobbing his eyes out. Something is seriously, seriously wrong.