Do not judge, or you too shall be judged. (Matthew 7. That is real Christianity.)
"Well what you gotta do is not go on some adventure and grow some balls, but you have to prove that you're sorry for your sins." Jack said.
"And are you sorry?" I glanced at George, but he didn't seem to get the hint.
"I've already repented!" He chirped. "We both have!"
"But you're still..."
"Of course, silly! Being gay isn't a sin!" He laughed at the idea. Laughed. As if.
"But its a choice, just like murder or robbing a bank. No one is born gay."
His smile disappeared. "Then choose to be gay. Right here. Right now."
"Um... no."
"Why?"
"Because I don't find men attractive."
"But if orientation is a choice, it should be easy. Do it."
"...I can't."
"What's that? You can't? Shocking." His grin came back. "Funny how that works, isn't it?"
Then he walked away.
I was confused and didn't feel like talking. Everyone just kept walking, so I did too. But I stayed in the back of the group. Social scenes and I don't mix.
But Patrick stopped for a moment, just so I could catch up to him. "Hi. We didn't really get to meet."
"Yeah."
"Patrick Quinn. 17. Technically."
"Damien Miller. Technically 20."
"How'd you end up here?"
Oh. He'll think I'm a freak. "Car crash. You?"
He bit his lip. "Same." No you didn't. I can tell.
"Okay. If I come clean with you will you come clean with me? Suicide."
"Anorexia. Damn. We're in deep shit aren't we?"
"Not anymore." And he laughed.
Okay. Again. This isn't some cliche chick flick where his laugh sounded like a summer's breeze on wind chymes and unicorns crapping rainbows and giving everyone sparkles, because that's stupid.
Patrick's laugh was pained. Plain and simple. He laughed, but I could tell whatever had driven him to starve himself had been bad.
"So where are we going exactly?"
"Around. We're the freaks without many happy memories, so we create our own. I think you're perfect for it."
"Oh thanks. Good to know that you see me like that."
"Hey, you committed suicide." We walked in comfortable silence for a while. "So what's your story?"
"Elaborate."
"Like that. You use pretentious words like elaborate. But you're homophobic."
"I don't like LGBT people."
He was quiet for a while. "It is okay to dislike someone who is gay. It is not okay to dislike because they are gay."
Tsk tsk. You had such promise.
Well that concludes this chapter. Okay so you know that slenderman stabbing case? I'm watching a 20/20 about it and bawling I mean they stabbed this girl 19 fricking times and didn't care.
Wai America. Waiiiiii
