Yason was a teenager.
A hormonal teenager whose thoughts never rested.
He's still so young, and still has so many questions he demands answers on.
He had been sulking and crying in his room like a sensitive girl with massive period cramps, pouting his lips in a hurt manner.
"Ah, dumb Sander!"
He had complained.
The words 'I'm gay' playing like a broken music record in his head, before smashing his hands on his table, spilling pencils across the floor.
Right now, he sat on his phone playing games.
Tear stained cheeks, and lips pressed together like nothing happened.
The sad reality of teenagers today.
It must be known that he wasn't really a homophobic person. He had never looked down on queer people, or treated them any different.
Yason was against segregation, and anything unfair. He wanted everyone to be treated the same. That was how his heart worked.
And he shouldn't have a problem with Sander being homosexual, but the fact that his very best friend of all these years, whom used to tell him all his darkest and silliest secrets had told this super personal secret to somebody else-
hurt like a dagger in is heart.
And Henry wasn't even that close to Sander and Yason. He was almost a complete random classmate who hung out with them in rare occasions when his only friend, Ben wasn't at school. And that wasn't often.
Yason couldn't believe Sander had been afraid of telling him.
Why would he be afraid? Yeonjun thought. Because as far as he was concerned, he had never been negative about the thought.
He tried to remember if he'd ever said anything negative about gay, or rather queer people. But he couldn't recall anything.
Except for yesterday.
But he hadn't told Sander.
He had shouted it in his father's face, without actually thinking much over it.
And thinking of it now, Yason starts to feel guilt consume him whole. He really didn't mean to say that he thought being gay was disgusting.
It was yelled in pure confusion and frustration. But it was only his father that had heard it.
So everything should be fine.
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"Where's dad?"
Yason asked his mother, Odette.
It was the weekend. Summer glowing outside. The sun heating up roofs and feeding plants.
Women sunbathing in an attempt to get that golden brown colour, which was oddly a way to look 'prettier'. Yason's mother however, wasn't one of those to strip down and suck up sunrays half-naked to get colour on her pale skin.
It seemed as she didn't really mind. Which Yason obviously was glad for.
He'd remember witnessing Sander's mother displaying herself in their garden with minimal clothes. And Yason swears not only the sun burned his eyes that day.
But it was only his fault.
No- Sanders fault for inviting him over without even warning about his mother.
Would there even be more visits to Sander anymore?
Yason circled with his fork around the plate.
They were having fish and potatoes.
Yason's "favourite" thing to eat in the weekend.
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Dear diary {boy×boy}
Storie d'amore16 year old Yason is beyond overwhelmed when one day his very best friend tells him that he's gay. He can't believe it. Doesn't want to believe it. But not as overwhelmed as when he one day stumbles over something that belonged to his own father...
