A year after everything I moved to a fancy city because my mom got a new job there. I went to a private school where I didn't know anyone at first. After school one day my mom took me to the park. I played with a kid named Dominic but everyone called him DJ. DJ had brown eyes and hair. He was a mixed kid because his mother was a black woman but her skin wasn't very dark and his father was a white guy. Our moms seemed to get along and they talked for hours while me and DJ played. I talked to him as well and we became best friends immediately. About a month later we were playing at each other's houses. DJ had a stepdad who was really nice and he also had an older sister, Holly who I never really knew that well. His father went to prison when DJ was just a little kid for abusing Holly. He only hit her once but that was enough to go to prison. I told DJ about my dad and how he was gone. He felt sorry for me but I said it would be okay.
The next school year he came to my school and came out as non-binary. They were basically my only friend that I had. People probably thought oh he only has one friend, poor Zane but I was alright. We spent a lot of time together and one day I started to feel weird around them. Not a bad weird but I felt different from when we had first met. They made me happy and I wanted to be around them. I realized that maybe I was gay or was this just how everyone feels around their best friend? I didn't realize it until one day when I came home from school.
"Hey honey, how was your day at school?" My mom asked me while making something that smelled good.
"It was okay," I replied.
"That's good." She said while taking some mac and cheese out of the oven.
"Hey, mom I have a question," I said. My mom was always that type of person to accept anyone weather their gay or straight or Asian or white or anything like that. She was very accepting and made that known to me.
"What's up?" She asked, looking into my eyes.
"How does someone know if they're gay?" I asked.
"Well If they want to be with other guys and kiss other guys they would be gay, but just because someone likes guys doesn't mean they're gay they could be bisexual or something else."
"Okay," I said.
"Why do you ask?" She asked me.
"Well I think I like guys and girls," I responded.
"Okay, but if you're gay or straight or bisexual or anything else I'll still love you the same." She said.
"I know mom." I said as I looked to the ground "But I want to be with someone who isn't a girl at my school but I don't know if they like me back or if they're into guys."
"Well is there any chance you could be bisexual? Like, have you ever had a crush on a girl or wanted to date one?" My mom asked.
"I don't really know. I've never felt this way about anyone." I responded and I thought for a few seconds. I always found girls cute and the same thing for boys but I never liked anyone romantically.
"Well you don't need to know at this very second. You can take some time to think about it." My mother said.
"I don't want anyone to know that I don't know what I like. I don't know how they'll react." I said.
"That's okay. You don't need to tell anyone you don't feel comfortable telling." She assured me.
A few months later it was valentines day. Everyone was having fun drinking fruit punch and eating a lot of candy. One of the kids, Josh, threw up into the trash can. The teacher started to play music and everyone started dancing. Andre with Emma, Josh with Stacey, Nick with Mia and Emily with Liam. I didn't know any girls so I just sat there until DJ came up to me. "Do you want to dance?" They asked.
"But every boy is dancing with a girl," I replied.
"And?"
"Okay, whatever," I said as I took their hand.
The teacher gave us weird looks then came up to us. Her name was Mrs. Glass. She was an older woman about 40 years old. She had black curly hair and brown eyes. Her skin was so pale that some people made jokes that she was a vampire.
"You two can't dance together." She said angrily.
"Why not?" Asked DJ.
I stopped dancing with DJ.
"Because two boys aren't supposed to dance together." Said Mrs Glass.
"I'm not a boy, I'm non-binary," DJ said.
"I'm sorry Mrs Glass," I said as I went to my seat.
"Why is it such a big deal?! Why do you even care?!" DJ shouted at her.
Everyone started to dance with the same gender. Josh was dancing with Andre, Nick with Liam, Emma with Emily, Stacey with Mia.
"STOP DANCING!" yelled our teacher.
Everyone continued to dance and pay no attention. The teacher yelled and shouted as loud as she could.
"Well, do you want to dance now?" DJ asked, laughing a little.
"Yeah sure," I said, scared a little.
"AGH!" Our teacher yelled and ran out of the room.
Everyone laughed after she left. "Her face was about as red as a tomato," Josh said with his southern accent as he laughed. About thirty minutes later school ended. I got onto the bus with DJ.
"That was pretty fun wasn't it?" Asked DJ.
"No, why did you make a riot? Why does it matter that we can't dance together? We both like girls anyways." I snapped.
"I'm sorry." Said DJ. "I just don't get why people are so against it.
"Some people are just against it," I said. "I'm sorry I snapped at you though I didn't mean it. I'm just used to people being against it so it's weird for me when people try to make a difference about it."
"Well, two males can get married whether people like it or not. That's a difference from ten years ago." DJ said.
"Yeah, I guess," I said. "This is my stop, I've got to go now, see you later."
"Oh okay bye!" DJ said.
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Two Best Friends
General FictionA story of male teen, Zane Patterson who questions his sexuality with the help of his best friends. Can he conquer his bullies and past trauma to save his relationships? TRIGGRR WARNING for: F-Slur used, Depression, suicide, Self-harm, Abuse, Bullyi...
