Staring up towards his bedroom ceiling as he lay on his back, Alan was completely lost in only one thought: Daniel Lang told him he was hot. Not just "hot" per se, fucking hot. The statement was on repeat in his mind, the sound of Daniel's voice echoing like a broken record. The only thing that would've made it better was if he could've seen his amazing face as he said it.

Alan covered his own face with his arms in disbelief, a goofy grin coming to his face. It all happened so quickly, yet it felt like an eternity to him as he sat in the passenger seat of Daniel's car.

"You're bullshitting me..." Alan muttered in response, his face beginning to change to a mild red color as he stared at a rather fuzzy version of Daniel.

"I'm not. Seriously, you're hot as hell." Daniel repeated, calmly. "I'm not understanding how you don't see this."

"Again, blind." Alan replied, pointing to himself as he squinted slightly.

"Get contacts, stat. It will do you wonders." Daniel spoke with a laugh. "You have this... boy-next-door look to you that's really attractive without the glasses. With glasses, you're just... an adorable nerd."

Alan couldn't help but bashfully laugh at that, unsure of what to say. "Never had another guy tell me this stuff..."

There was a moment of pause between the two of them, which caused Alan to clear his throat and put his glasses back onto his face immediately after.

"Thanks for the ride home. I appreciate it." Alan quickly forced out, keeping his gaze towards the floor as he reached for his backpack that rested near his feet.

"Yep, no problem." Daniel stated, turning back into his seat to face the windshield. "Have a good night."

Alan opened the car door and climbed out of the seat not too longer after, carefully closing the door behind him. He crossed the sidewalk as he heard Daniel's car drive off behind him, not helping but to glance over as he watched it drive down his neighborhood street.

Standing there in the middle of his front yard, Alan recalled everything that happened seconds prior, and couldn't help but do a horrible attempt at a 2-step right then and there. He then realized he was outside, probably embarrassing himself, and quickly ran into his house.

He immediately went upstairs and headed straight for his bedroom. He threw his bag into his closet, placed his glasses onto his desk, and landed face first onto his bed in utter glee. Having laid there for quite some time, he eventually sat up in bed, checking his alarm clock for the time. It was only 5:45pm, giving him plenty of time to dwell on it all.

"Hey, buttface! Come help us!" a female voice yelled through the door loudly.

"Little shit..." Alan muttered under his breath, his feeling of bliss interrupted. He shuffled off his bed, grabbed his glasses as he did so, and headed back downstairs towards the kitchen, seeing his mother and younger sister chopping vegetables.

"My name is Alan, Kristen. A.L.A.N." Alan replied with a glare.

Kristen, his younger sibling by 2 years, smirked at him. While they were 2 years apart, they were very close in height, her hair a shade of dirty blonde and curly as it rested on her shoulders. Her blue eyes had a mischievous look in them as she saw her older brother enter the kitchen. "Buttface. B.U.T.T.-"

"Kris, stop." their mother spoke with a sigh, shaking her head with a small smile. Their mother, Catherine, was average height and slim, with straight blonde hair and green eyes. "How was your day, Allie? Good, yes?" his mother asked as she shuffled around.

"It was...." Alan paused, everything rushing to his mind once again. "Amazing..." he answered with a bright smile.

This caught the attention of both his mother and sister, who stared at him in surprise.

"He found a girlfriend." Kristen stated quickly.

"Yep. Must've." their mother followed after.

"NO! No, I haven't!" Alan quickly replied, waving his hands in defense.

"Oh, boyfriend then?" Kristen questioned, that smirk from before crawling back onto her face.

"Really? Is he cute?" their mother asked, her eyes lighting up in curiosity.

"NO! I mean... NO, just no." Alan stated, yet immediately hesitated.

"So complicated... I never know what to expect with you. First it was girls, then it's guys. Now, it's both?" their mother asked, shrugging in confusion.

"Just... guys, mom. Guys." Alan spoke softly with a bashful smile. "Sorry... I was a complicated kid growing up."

"You're still a kid, buttface." Kristen interjected, only to see Alan stick his tongue out in annoyance.

"In 2nd grade, you told me a girl in your class gave you a kiss and you weren't sure if you liked it. Then, in 4th grade, a boy kissed you and you said it was ok. Now that I think about it, you were a very honest kid." his mother retorted, only to hear his sister laugh loudly.

"Mom... you tell these stories all the time." Alan groaned, burying his face in his arms as he sat on a barstool rested near the island in the middle of the kitchen.

"Now, he just whines and keeps quiet. Doesn't tell me if a guy or girl gave him any kisses." his mother spoke with a defeated sigh, yet grinned as she saw her son look up at her with a frown on his face.

"It's because you would just do stuff like this." Alan replied with a grunt. He carefully reached over and grabbed a potato and peeler. "But, I do have a question... can I get contacts?"

"Contacts?" his mother asked, surprised as she placed a roast into the oven. "Why?"

"I'm... thinking of not wearing my glasses." Alan carefully stated, keeping his eyes away and focused on peeling the potato.

There was silence for several seconds, before anyone spoke again.

"Definitely a guy." Kristen answered as she cut a carrot.

"Yep, totally a guy." their mother agreed, nodding.

"Exactly why I don't tell you anything..." Alan muttered under his breath, giving them the most intense side-eye possible.

"But, Allie, you have contacts. They're in the medicine cabinet." his mother exclaimed as she began cutting potatoes on the island with her two children.

Alan looked up from the potato in his hands immediately, his face lighting up. "I do? Since when?"

"Since that time I took you both to get your eyes checked about 5 months ago. You wore them for an entire month, then stopped wearing them. Never understood why..." his mother answered.

"So... they're still good to wear?" Alan asked.

"Yes, as long as they are in their case. I would double check. You can always get a new pair, if need be." his mother replied.

A smile came to his face at the news, not able to contain his excitement.

"But, you look like a weirdo without glasses." Kristen spoke bluntly, bursting his bubble of joy.

"Who looks like a weirdo without glasses?" a male voice spoke in confusion. "Me?"

Everyone looked over to see a rather tall, fit man peeking into the kitchen, a curious look on his face. Their father, David, had blue eyes that were also behind gold-framed metal glasses, his brunette hair combed away from his face.

"Your only, ridiculous son, dad." Kristen said with a teasing smile, only to see Alan throw a potato skin in her direction.

"Ah, that makes sense..." their father added, seeing Alan look over in his direction in frustration. "The ridiculous part, I mean. You look fine without glasses, Alan."

"Thanks, dad." Alan spoke with a smile. "I won't wear my glasses then..."

"He's doing it for a boy." Kristen quickly added, smirking.

"A boy? Is he cute?" his father asked, leaning against the nearby wall with a curious smile.

"I'm going back to my room." Alan said in defeat, placing the now peeled potato onto the kitchen island and hopping off the barstool.

"I want to know more about this boy." their mother stated. "Do you have a picture?"

"There's no boy, mom!" Alan groaned as he exited the kitchen, before pausing as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulled it out, to see a text message.

"Mom, Nicolette is coming over." Alan spoke as he peeked back into the kitchen. "She'll get here around 8."

"Ok, that's fine. Is she staying over?" she asked as she placed the cut potatoes into a bowl.

"I'll ask." Alan replied, shooting a text message over to Nicolette quickly. However, before he could put his phone back into his pocket, it vibrated once again. Except this time, it wasn't Nicolette.

The entire world stopped for several seconds, before he quickly replied.

"I'll be in my room. Let me know when dinner is done." Alan quickly spoke as he immediately headed towards the stairs without a pause, skipping steps as he did so and made a dash towards his room. He closed his door behind him, before sending Daniel another text.

Sitting on his bed and holding his phone in his hand like his life depended on it, Alan stared at the blank screen, waiting to see a familiar name come across it. Not long after, his phone lit up and vibrated, "Daniel "Fucking-Beautiful" Lang" appearing at the top of his screen. He had to catch his breath briefly, as all the excitement from before came back immediately. The phone rang a few more times, before he answered it.

"Hello?" he calmly spoke, trying to keep any composure he had left in him.

"Hey, Moogle..." Daniel spoke on the other end.

His voice sounds even sexier over the phone. Alan thought to himself, before he leaned back against the headboard of his bed. "Hey... what's up? Everything alright?" Alan asked, uncertain of how to start this conversation.

"Well... I figured I should tell you this since I've already told you a secret that no one knows about." Daniel exclaimed with an unsettled sigh.

Sensing the nervousness in Daniel's voice, Alan didn't respond, trying to understand what could be bothering him so much that he had to give him a call.

"Please let me know if this makes you uncomfortable... I'd rather not have that happen..." Daniel added, his voice emitting hesitation and fear.

"What's... wrong?" Alan asked, rather concerned.

Is he dying? Does this curse have a time limit? Is he sick? Is he stuck in permanent frog form because I didn't kiss him in time or something? Does he know I'm gay? How did he find that out?! Only people who know that I'm gay are Nicolette and my family! And that fucktard, Thomas Thaxton... Is he angry at me because of it? Shit, he probably fucking hates me and finds me disgusting... THE FUCK IS IT?!

"...I'm gay."

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The picture above is how I picture Alan to look, with and without glasses (The guy in the photos is Ollie Ritchie, a young photographer based in Australia and I'm strictly using his pictures for story purposes). I'm still trying to find pictures of everyone else, and as soon as I do, I'll be adding them as well. If you guys have any images that fit any of the characters, send them my way!

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