CHRISTIAN GAY

4

Reuben's POV:
I dropped my phone and heaved a sigh. This can actually be draining. Being gay is not so easy. Fuck those celebrities painting gay as being fun. I cursed under my breath. I tried to figure out what was so troubling and remembered our last chat few seconds ago. He was acting as if nothing happened. Normally, I shouldn't care but he just seems to be different. But, why is that? I smiled when I had the thought of falling for him. It's unbelievable.

I'm not against being gay, though. Its something I believe to be natural. I don't know what my parents think though, but who cares? They don't even know me. What they care about is just for me to eat and survive so as to carry on the family's legacy and prosperity. Nothing else. My mates in school always talk about their mums as approachable, when it comes to matters that can't be discussed with just anyone. But, my mum doesn't look like it. She might be approachable. And even if she is, she doesn't have my time. I feel lonely a lot. And I just feel at home around Adam. Oh! Adam again? Whatever.

On a real sense though, I wonder why I would fall for someone like Adam. Adam is not bad, but I'm still surprised. If there is anything that made me connect to him, it's the fact that he is approachable.

He just seems to fill a void for me. It's being quite a long time I've felt this way for anyone. Not even a girl! I've always felt lonely. Even though, I've got a bunch of dudes around and I seem to be having a good time. I have everything I need but that is not true in every context. I'm emotionally in need and I've got no supply for that.

"Hello!"

I heard someone call from the door and it put an abrupt stop to my alone time. I grunted and sighed. The person knocked again.

"Who is it?", I raised my voice enough for the person to hear.

"It's Maxwell!",

I could recognize the voice. It was Max! I rushed to the door and pulled it open. When I saw it was Max, I smiled.

"Max, how you dey?" I said in pidgin to mean Max, how are you doing?

"I'm not fine, man.", He gave a weak facial expression.

"What happened?", I only asked to show empathy. I only wish it's not the usual.

"May I come in?"

"Yeah. Sorry.", I almost forgot he was still outside. As much as I'm happy to see Max, yet I don't like having to act as a judge or a counselor it comes to he and his boyfriend.

Max is a childhood friend of mine. He's 17. Same age with me. And the fun but weird fact? He's gay. So, it's now obvious where I'm coming from. But, he makes it more weird for me, because he and James just won't stop having issues. And they are quite flimsy to me.

I went back to the couch I was on earlier when he went to recline on the sofa across to me. He still had that tired look on his face. I rolled my eyes in a way he wouldn't notice. I cleared my throat and tried to break the silence.

"What is the problem this time?", God knows I'm not curious to help.

"It's James."

I opened my mouth to speak but I had to hold back myself from laughing. It sounded funny. I knew it would be the same thing.

"So what really happened?"