A Sun and Star [dreamnotfound]

Bisexual

Note: The song above is the one referenced at the end of the chapter in case you want to give a listen. It's Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny :)

George had always said he was straight to viewers so why did he suddenly get so weird when I said he was? I followed him back to my room in an effort to try and make up with him once more.

"Sorry, I'm not sure what I sai-"

"I'm not."

"Huh?"

"I'm not straight."

***

At his words, my mind went blank. I stood in place, just staring at him like an idiot, trying to process what he said. When he saw I didn't say anything, worry and regret washed over his face as he looked down at the floor. He started crying. Seeing his tears made my body react immediately. I rushed over to the bed where he was sitting and took a seat beside him. Initially, I put my arm around his shoulder but he responded by leaning into me and wrapping his arms around my waist, his face buried into my shoulder as he cried. I had very rarely seen him cry. Only once on video when we had facetimed after his mother was sick and a couple of times on call because of stress and other things. 

"Is this okay?" he asked in between sniffles, referring to hugging me.

"Of course George. You don't even need to ask you dumbo," I replied, stroking his hair.

He sighed into my neck and continued to cry silent tears. 

"Shh, it's okay. You'll be okay, I'm here," I repeated to him, rubbing his back.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, wrapped in comfortable silence, embracing each other. It hurt me to see him cry. After a while, he finally calmed down and pulled away from me. He took his warmth with him and I found myself wishing I could hold him for just a little while longer. 

"That's what my mom and I were fighting about. When she told me she didn't want people thinking I liked guys I told her it didn't matter and there was nothing wrong with it. She said some stupid stuff then ghosted me. I kept trying to reach her but she wouldn't pick up my calls or answer my texts."

I nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"I can't ever tell her the truth Dream. What if she doesn't talk to me for the rest of my life? She probably won't even consider me her son anymore."

I shook my head vehemently. "Of course not George. She's your mother, she loves you unconditionally. Sure it might take her some time to get used to the idea and you might have to explain some stuff to her but she could never stop loving you," I assured him. 

He nodded half-heartedly, which made my heart break a little bit.

"Why don't we do something. Let's call her."

His head whipped around as he stared at me with round eyes. "WHAT?"

"I'm serious. George, you're going to have to tell her at some point and you might as well do it now since it's already a conversation you two are having. Plus, I'm here in case anything goes wrong."

He considered for a minute.

"But what if-"

"Then you don't deserve a mother like that anyway. You deserve someone who accepts you for who you are. Plus if everything goes wrong, even if the world itself falls apart George, I'm here. Ice cream is here. Netflix. The couch. We will do whatever it takes until you feel better," I explained while trying my best to give an encouraging smile.