If you could choose, who among your friends would you date, and how will you confess?
he freezes up and wonders why on earth he ever thought this would be a good idea - he’s not good at the truth, especially about stuff that isn’t just factual, boring stuff. it’s easier to lie and hide it, then he can pretend it isn’t real. that’s why he hides things - it’s just easier to ignore that way. so he isn’t too sure why he decided it would be a good idea to let himself be asked personal questions.
but he isn’t a quitter, and he sticks to his word, so he sighs and thinks, a frown etched onto his face. he tries not to say the first thing that pops into his head, not that he really needs to try all that hard - he’s used to barely ever saying the first thing he thinks, if he ever does at all that is (though he’s sure when he’s drunk he has a scary lack of filter).
“none of them.” he lies, subconsciously holding his breath for a second as the truth gets stuck at the back of his throat. he doesn’t ever go against his word, but it’s hard to tell the truth, when the truth seems like inviting humiliation to his own doorstep. he knows he needs to tell the truth, not because he’ll be found out (he’s confident in his lying abilities by now) but because he’ll know, so he chews on his bottom lip and sighs.
“fine. johnny. i’d date johnny (@rkjohnny).” he doesn’t know why johnny was the first person to pop into his head, or why no matter who else he thought of, johnny always seemed the most obvious option. he hopes this doesn’t get back to him, because he’s embarrassing enough as it is without this adding to it. he doesn’t want johnny to avoid him, or feel awkward that he picked him. can he pretend he said johnny as a joke? give a bogus reason? he doesn’t need to explain himself, he thinks, it’s just johnny because... well he’s johnny.
“i’d probably just tell him, i guess? i mean he’s kind of dumb sometimes so he might not understand, or even believe me, which, probably, would be a good thing. less humiliation, y’know.”
