Bro, I think I'm gay for you <3

Chapter two </3

I quickly ran to my bro's house.

my worn-out black converse hitting the concrete I look up to the sky, to god. 

the night sky hugs the street like a dark midnight blanket with holes poked into it 

I keep running, never taking a break

I don't care if I'm dying. even if I had to run one thousand miles I still would, anything for my bro...

I'm only a couple of blocks away from his house

the hoodie I got for my fourteenth birthday is sticking to my chest as I pick up my pace gasping for air

as I near the last turn to his house 

My brain shuts down and without any hesitation, I run onto his porch and ring the doorbell 

I don't know what I'm doing

I just want to be with my bro

forever 

but I know that will never be a reality, he probably doesn't know what that hand thing meant 

he's probably just as confused as I am 

suddenly, the door opens and I'm treated by my lovely bro

the stars reflect into his dark eyes and they dance around to the music of his voice 

"Hey bro, what are you doing here?" 

I quickly step forward even I was surprised by my actions 

I wrap my arms around him 

"bro, I'm scared..." 

I flinch as I feel his arms touch my back 

hugging me back 

"come inside, we can talk about it in my room"

I accept his offer and step inside his house 

he has a nice house

while walking up to his room, he grabs one of my hands 

I look up at his face in confusion But he only looks back and smiles 

my bro truly is an angel 

he's perfect 

no homo... unless...

he opens the door of his room 

there are posters stuck to the walls, lots of them consist of 80's rock bands and Star Wars...

but 

there's one poster that stands out the most 

there's a pansexual flag hanging above his messy bed 

does this mean, my bro

IS ACTUALLY GAY??

a/n 

dun dun daaaa

anyways I'm not revealing their names so I just make them call each other bro

anyways I'm really lazy and I suck at writing so the updates may take a little longer, plus I'm an emotionally drained teenage dirtbag so don't expect me to be so consistent