Deny

Chapter Seven

Hannah's P.O.V

Mamrie and I go down the stairs and into her kitchen.

"Tomato?"

"Bring it." I say, sitting down on a bar stool at her kitchen island.

While Mamrie is fixing up the sandwiches, I get deep into thought; I can't stop thinking about the conversation I had with Grace in the mall bathrooms.

'"Anytime" she said... I hope so.' I continued to stare off into space, deep in thought.

"You okay Han? You look kinda zoned out over there," Mamrie asked me.

"Oh yeah I'm good, I'm alright, just thinking that's all," I smiled unconvincingly, though Mamrie didn't push, just shrugged it off.

Mamrie handed me a plate with a grilled cheese on it and kept another for herself.

"Wanna beer?" She asked me, walking over to the refrigerator.

"You gunna have one?"

"I sure am." Mamrie said confidently.

"Then okay, why not?" She handed me the can. I bit into the sandwich infront of me and Mamrie sat down, opening her beer. I swallowed and did the same. We finished our meal quietly.

About an hour passed, we still sat in Mamrie's kitchen.

"Won't your parents be home soon?" I asked, not wanting them to walk in on us with half their box of beer now nearly gone.

"Nah. They're on a trip." Mamrie responded.

"Oh okay."

"Wanna watch a movie Han?" Mamrie didn't sound too enthusiastic about her idea so I just shook my head. She almost looked releaved. She really wants to talk about earlier and what I told her.

"You want me to talk about it, don't you?" I asked, smiling at how easy her face was to read.

"Well of course I do. But you don't want to and I'm cool with that." She held both of her hands up as if a deer caught in headlights.

I was grateful that she understood, but she was the first person I told, she deserves to know everything. "I can talk about it... ya know if you wanna hear it," I told her awkwardly.

"I'm all ears," Mamrie said, getting excited for no reason. "Tell me everything you're comfortable with me knowing."

"Okay," I hesitated. "Wanna go somewhere else to talk about it though?" We were still in Mamrie's kitchen, now only leaning on opposite sides of the island instead of the bar stools.

"Yeah sure, my room or living room?"

"Living room is good."

We walked through her kitchen and into her living room. I sat on the couch. Mamrie on the chair.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Next to coming out to her, this is going to be one of the hardest things I've had to do. Talk about it.

"I'm gay," I restated to her, still just as difficult to say the second time as the first. I waited for her to react, but when I looked up she only looked at me with sympathy and encouragement. I breathed deeply in again, shaky this time as I breathed out.

I think Mamrie knew I didn't know what else to say. So she knew she could ask questions now. "How long have you known?"

"A while, 7 months maybe. 8 or 9 even." I answered.

"Really?" I only nodded. "Wow,"

I started to breath heavy. 'Is she reacting good or bad? I can't tell! She's gunna hate me I know it!' The air around me felt thick, like I couldn't breathe it in. I started crying.

Mamrie saw me starting to panic. She stood and walked over to the me on the couch and sat down beside me. I was sitting there awkwardly with my shoulders stiff and inwards like usual when I'm uncomfortable. She nelt down and hugged me. I was shocked.

"It's okay," She said. "Nothing will change. I promise."

I buried my face into her sweater, heavily crying now. She just hugged me, repeatedly saying that it'll be okay.

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(A/N)
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