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Straight as an aro is a story that simply started as a screenplay, written by me. It started as what if I wrote about cowboys because I think cowboys are cool, then it turned into a piece about aromantic representation. The main character, Gil, meets a rather annoying man who won’t take no for an answer. He’s a persistent flirt, which makes Gil realize things about himself. He has to deal with an annoying man and coming to terms with who he is. (Story is unfinished)

Gil, a gangly young man with shoulder length dark hair and pale skin, wakes up, jumping out of bed, and stumbling over his own boots, he traverses his still dark room. He pops a tape into his walkman and with a satisfying click he presses the play button and puts his headphones on. He awkwardly dances around his room humming the lyrics to a tacky girly pop song. He sloppily ties his hair back as he looks at himself in the mirror. Scoffing as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

Ew. Gil growls. He glances out the window. Fuck! the sun had started to rise. He hastily wrestles into a pair of jeans that had clearly seen better days. Gil trips over his boots yet again as he scrambles to find a shirt. Eventually he gives up and loosely places his cowboy hat on his head.

He’s finally left his room. He spends the first half of the morning making beds and the second taking out the trash. As he exits the Inn he looks up at the shabby sign reading 'Winchester Brothers Inn'. The neon vacancy sign flickers. He sighs. Beyond the inn is the vast and open icelandic landscape. He tosses the bag in the dumpster as a Toyota Camry 20 SD pulls into the lot. He groans and walks up to the car. A man in his late twenties rolls down his window. He's got a shaggy blonde mullet, he’s scruffy looking with a pair of aviators, similar to what Roy Scheider wore in jaws.

Gil leans into the open window and glares at the man. Y’ain’t s’posed to be here right now. The inn ain’t open yet. Also yer in the wrong lot. Guest parking is out front.

The shaggy blonde looks at Gil. I- I’m here for the job.

Oh fuck me” Gil groans. “Yer the bozo Bobby hired? Seriously?

The shaggy blonde huffs. “I mean he hired a freak like you.”