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speak your truth

(hey guys this part touches on a lot of sensitive topics such as conversion therapy, child abuse, homophobia, religious trauma, and self harm. if you are a silver spoon fictive, fictionkin, irl, etc, i highly suggest you don't read this part. thank you!! (: )

Tubes pov

"You have a crush?" I giggled. Silver spun around in the desk chair as his face became red. "YESS I DO!" He looked so embarrassed.

"On who? Don't worry- you can tell me." I reassured him.

"Promise you won't tell them?"

"Promise."

"It's Paintbrush.."

"Really? You should tell them, weren't they holding your hand when you guys walked in here?"

"Yeah..but that was just platonic! They would never like me romantically.." He sighs.

"Take your shot. What's the worst that could happen?"

"They reject me and i go into a constant state of depression?"

No way Paintbrush doesn't like him back. After all they just did for them? I don't get Silver, he's so..unwilling? Whatever, I can't choose what he does.

Silvers pov

I don't get Test Tube. She's so..motivated? Like, how does she expect me to just ask out my crush when we met, literally three weeks ago. But whatever, I can still choose what I do.

"So uh..are we leaving or not? The party seems like it's over." I stick my head out of the door just to make sure.

"Yeah, let's go." Test Tube walks out of the door and I follow closely behind.

We're greeted by Paintbrush and Lightbulb."Hey Tube!! Hey uh.. what's your name?" Lightbulb points at me. "Uh.. Silver Spoon?" I walk up next to Paintbrush.

"So! Are you staying Silver?" Paintbrush looks at me and I nod my head, unaware of what I'm staying for, I just want to spend time with them.

"SOO!!!" Lightbulb starts us off. "Truth or dare, Silver?"

"Uh..u..hm.." I stutter. "T-Truth?"

"What's your sexuality?" Lightbulb questions me.

oh god..what if they hate me.

"Does it..matter?" I can feel my face heat up, I wish I didn't stay.

"Well..uh..no?" Lightbulb says.

"I'm gay.." I mutter. "Please don't hate me."

"Hate you?" Paintbrush laughs. "Never! Why would you think that?"

"Because my parents did." I start to tear up.

"oh.." Paintbrush says as they look at me. "Are you okay? You can talk to us."

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that, I was raised in a really catholic household. I was taught that girls loved boys and boys loved girls. Until I started liking a boy in fifth grade, I told my parents and they sent me straight to conversion therapy, god it was torture." I feel the knot in my stomach tie tighter as I just think about what happened there.

"I was told I would burn in hell. That's terrifying for a ten year old. They hurt us in the name of Christ."

The tears were filling my face, and I was only being comforted by those around me, I had never felt this before.

"And..then I started cutting." I sigh.

"It was my only escape. And it hurt so good. It was nearly impossible to stop."

I place my hands on my face and feel arms around me. The arms were Paintbrushes. They really do care about me.

"Silver.." Test Tube starts crying aswell. "I am so sorry all that happened to you. I can't imagine."

"Yeah. Me too." Lightbulb rested her head on Test Tubes shoulder.

"So..uh..who's next?" I blush and try to get my mind off the topic.

Paintbrush breaks the silence. "Hey Silver, do you wanna go back to the room? Watch a movie? Telling us all of that must have been scary."

I nod, again.

"Well, that's that." They respond, "bye TT!! Bye Lightbulb!"

"Bye!"

"So uh. Paintbrush.." I start to blush again. I'm seriously debating asking them out.

"Mhm? What's on your mind?"

"So. We're friends, right?"

"Yes of course!" They reassure me by putting their hand on my shoulder.

"I've been meaning to ask you something.."

"What is it?"

"I like you."