"I'll get it," said James as he swiftly rose from his seat and hurried towards the door, his curiosity piqued. As he swung the door open, a wave of nerves washed over Camille, causing her to fidget anxiously. The sight of her disheveled appearance further fueled my emotions.
"I can't believe you!" My words escaped my trembling lips, a mix of anger, disappointment, and confusion evident in my voice. Camille appeared crestfallen, her face transforming into a mosaic of different emotions - sadness, confusion, and remorse. Despite her upset expression, she seemed genuinely baffled by my outburst. Her innocent inquiry mirrored her sincere confusion.
"What are you talking about, Logan?" Her words left her lips in a state of genuine bewilderment, as she struggled to comprehend the accusations I had hurled at her. Her confusion was painted across her face, leaving a trail of uncertainty in her wake.
"You and James... I know you guys are hooking up behind my back," I continued, attempting to maintain a semblance of composure amidst the storm of emotions within me.
"That's what you're upset about?" Camille's voice, laced with a mix of relief and disbelief, cut through the tense atmosphere like a knife. A sigh escaped her as her features relaxed ever so slightly.
"Me and James aren't dating; he's not my type at all," she earnestly clarified, wanting to dispel any misconceptions. Her genuine surprise at my accusations hinted at her innocence.
"Well, what is your type then?" I asked spontaneously, unable to suppress my curiosity. The lingering doubt inside me urged me to seek clarification. Camille paused, her eyes shifting to meet mine, her voice tinged with vulnerability.
"I like girls," she responded hastily, immediately regretting her words. "I'm going to leave," she added, walking away. I stepped outside the room, calling out to her to stop. Confused, she turned around.
"Please come back to the room so that we can discuss this," I said, attempting to show my support while still processing her revelation.
"Okay," she replied, appearing on the verge of tears. I guided her back into the room and onto the couch, where Kendall, James, and Carlos had already stood up.
"Hey, just know that I will support you no matter what. I'm just glad that you feel comfortable enough to confide in me," I reassured her sincerely. "Really?" she asked incredulously. "Really," I affirmed.
As I hesitated for a moment, my mind swirled with a flurry of thoughts, and I blurted out "You know," I ventured cautiously, "I think I might also be gay." Camille looked at me curiously look like she was trying to tell if I was joking or not.
As I uttered those words, a mixture of expectation, anxiety, and vulnerability intermingled within me. I never thought that liking boys was even an option for me but when Camille told me she liked girls I guess something clicked in my mind and I realized why everything we did together felt wrong. I like boys and she likes girls.
Little did I realize that the boys, who had left the room, had quietly tiptoed back in, their presence slipping my attention."What's gay?" Carlos ask "You like guys?!" Kendall said surprised and confused I slowly turned to address them facing away from Camille an array of expressions played across their faces when I looked at James his expression was blank. Their glances conveyed curiosity, surprise, and perhaps even the faintest traces of forming opinions.
I was scared about what the guys would do would they kick me out of the band, stop talking to me, leave me, or something worse.
