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54. coming out

George POV

"George, could I talk to you for a second?", Alex said to me when we were about to take off our skates.
"Euhm, sure man, what's up?", I walked over to him and he led me to a secluded corner. Clay came after me, probably worried, but I waved him off and whispered to him: "Calm, it's fine. You're not my Bodyguard, you know" And with that he rolled his eyes and went back to Nick and Karl.

"So, what's the matter?", I asked.
"You know", he whispered, "I think I can trust you with that..."
"Why are you whispering?", I whispered back.
"Because I want no one to here this."
"Alright, then go on."
"I just wanted to ask you,...how did you find out your feelings for Clay?"
"Ouh", I raised my eyebrows, "So, the thing is,...actually I'm not gay you know...I just fell in love with him? I don't know....", I paused, "...I never liked a guy like that before, it felt different...some time, I just noticed that I liked him more, I don't think you can describe something like that Alex. It just happens..."

"So, you're not specifically into guys?", Alex looked at me hopefully.
"No?....", I looked at him confused, "Why? Is that a helpful information for you, or..."
"Can I tell you something?", he became slightly red. He looked a little shy and embarrassed, you didn't know him like that at all.
"Yeah? Of course?", I said, still a bit confused.
"You know, I'm also not gay. I actually couldn't imagine being in a relationship with a guy or liking one. I even used to be homophobic because I always thought that would be disgusting, but....let's say,...things changed...."
"Wait, so you're telling me that you like a guy?", I said excited, a bit too loud.
"Shhhh! No one is allowed to know that!", Alex whispered, holding his finger in front of his mouth.

"Yeah, sorry", I waved with my hands, "Soo....do I know him?"
"Yeah, well...it's a bit of a problem, because....", he rubbed the back of his neck, "...he kind of....has a boyfriend..."
"Ouh...welp..."
"...And probably hates me....", he laughed awkwardly.
"Wait...is it...", I wanted to say but he quickly put his hand over my mouth.
"No, shut up! Don't say it!"
I widened my eyes at the knowledge that I was right. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away from my mouth.
"Nick?!", I looked excited at him, and said that again a bit too loud.
"Shut up!", he whispered again.

"Wow, dude, you have a big issue there", I laughed.
"Please don't tell anybody, I would be dead", Alex put his head in his hands.
"Of course, I promise....but....", I pressed my lips together, "You really stepped in shit there man."
"I fucking know, okay?! I'm such an idiota pedazo de mierda y completamente jodido!", he let his head fall down.
"Ouh, wow, what the hell did you just say?!", I laughed, "Was that Spanish?"
"Yeah, sorry...", he laughed awkwardly again.

"So, anyway I can promise I won't tell anyone, but...", I shrugged my shoulders.
"Yes, I know", he nodded with shut eyes, "I have no chances."
"Let's go back, otherwise Clay thinks you really killed me", I giggled.
"You're a good listener. Clay's lucky", Alex smiled weakly at me.
"You're also a good guy. You deserve this chance", I smiled back before we went back to the others.

"What did he want?", Clay asked suspiciously.
"Everything is fine Clay", I giggled when he took me into his arms.
"Okay,....", Clay huffed, "anyway, Karl and Nick wanted to go home now. They said they still had something to do, what they did not want to tell me. But in any case do we want to go home too?"
"Alright, I'm getting tired anyways", I slightly yawned.

"Alex, we're going home now! See you in school!", I waved at Alex.
"See you!", he waved back.

Nick, Karl, Clay and I were sitting in the car, just half way home, when Clay asked again "George, what did Alex want from you?"
"Clay, I told you, it's fine. You don't have to know, it's nothing important", I waved him off while rolling my eyes with a little smile.
"Well, if it's not important, why can't you tell me?", he leaned closer.
"Because he trusts me."
"But I don't trust him", he looked at me seriously.
"Well then you have to deal with it", I looked out of the window.

"I just want to know if it has something to do with you and whether you are okay", he put his hand softly on my thigh.
"Clay", I looked at him while laying my hand on his, "I am fine and it has nothing to do with me, okay?" I gave him a little smile what made him feel better.

"Soooo....", Clay eventually said slightly squeezing my thigh, "when we're home...you wanna finish what this phone call interrupted?" He smirked at me.
"Ah, Clay, I'm so tired, I think I'm gonna go to bed when we're home", I yawned. It was really interesting that every time I thought about sleep, I automatically yawned.

"Geeeooorgeeeee", Clay whined while leaning his head back.
"I'm sorry Clay", I giggled, "But we have weekend tomorrow and I promised I won't learn." I tilted my head.
He leaned to me again and kissed my cheek gently.

"But you'll sleep with me, right? Don't you dare go in your bed", he looked at me, acting angry.
"Yeah, of course. I will sleep with you in your bed. I sleep so much better with your cuddles. Why should I not want that?", I gave him a kiss onto his lips before running my hand his arm down.

When we arrived at home, it was about 10pm. We said goodbye to Karl and Nick, who then drove on again, and went into the house.
"You will always tell me when something's wrong, right?", Clay asked when we were just brushing our teeth.
"Yes Clay", I rolled my eyes with a smile.
"Good", he hugged me from behind and rested his head on mine. I hated it to be so short, but sometimes it was wholesome that Clay was so much taller than me. I always felt safe when I was with him. I guess that's what it's like to be a bottom...-_-

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