Daughter of the Devil - r. peters // 2

𝟾. 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕

Reggie gnaws on his lip later that night, sitting on the beanbag, his leather jacket discarded beside him, leaving him in only his white tee.

Tonight was... Confusing. He liked talking to Charlie. The man was a nice guy. Actually listened to him. They both shared their death stories, and Reggie actually felt comfortable with him.

Among other things.

Which was what scared him.

Reggie was so confused. Something had fluttered in his chest every time the man had smiled, laughed, or even looked at him a certain way. The same kind of flutter that he'd get with a pretty girl when he talked to them, but that didn't make sense. Charlie wasn't a girl. He was a man. A very attractive man.

He can't think he's attractive!

Reggie closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. Alex was gay... It's not like it wasn't normal to be attracted to guys... But Reggie still liked girls.

Was there something wrong with him?

He stands, pacing a bit.

He found Charlie attractive... That's normal...

But he still liked girls...

What did that mean?

Before Reggie can even think anything more, there's a soft woosh, and the blonde is standing in the doorway, freezing when he sees him.

"Reg? You good?" Alex asked softly.

"Uh..." Reggie starts, but ends up shaking his head. "When I... Left... Earlier... I met someone."

"You met someone?"

"I met someone. A ghost. That died in 1947."

"That's nice. Was she pretty?"

Reggie bites his lip again, fiddling with his T-shirt. "Um..."

Alex could probably sense his unease, because his brows furrowed, and he took a step closer. "Reggie?"

Reggie sighs, flopping back down onto the beanbag below him, raking his face with his hand. "How... How did you know that... You were... That you liked guys?"

The drummer is definitely surprised by the question, but he shrugs, sitting down on his own beanbag in front of Reggie. "I don't know... I guess... After dating and kissing so many girls... I didn't like it, I guess. Then I kissed a guy, and..." He shrugs again. "I liked it."

Reggie nods, looking down at his hands.

"Reggie... Why do you ask?"

God, why is he speaking so softly...

"Nothing, I just..." He sighs. "The ghost I met earlier... Is a guy. And... He's... Attractive, I guess."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He mumbles, rubbing his wrist a bit. "But... I still like girls... What does that mean?"

Alex snaps his fingers a bit. "Willie said there was a word for it... I... Think he said... Bisexual? Maybe you're bisexual, Reg."

"So... Nothing's wrong with me?" He mumbles softly.

"No, it's normal, apparently. But I don't know much about it." Alex shrugs again.

Reggie nods, looking down at his hands. "Oh..."

"Maybe... maybe Julie knows more about it?" The blonde says softly, nudging Reggie's knee with his own. "'M sure she'll tell you if you ask."

Reggie nods again, glancing up at the blonde. Julie would know. She's the more... Up to date, of the four of them.

So, a few hours later, he bites his lip again, before reaching through the door to her bedroom, knocking on the other side, hearing the girls giggle and soft voice.

"Come on, Reg."

Reggie can't help the small smile as he walks through the door, sitting next to the girl as she lays the spot next to her on her bed.

"Something wrong, Reggie? You look tense." The girl asks softly, working to unbraid her hair from the night before, her hair wet to help untangle her curls.

Reggie takes a breath, leaning forward to move her hands away, lightly helping untangle the curled pieces, taking the colored ribbons out of her hair, and setting them aside once he was done. "Thanks." The girl mumbles.

He nods softly at the girl, watching her pull it back into a bun, before turning to meet his eyes. "Reggie, what's up?"

He fidgets with the edge of his T-shirt, before looking her in the eyes. "I was... Wondering... If you knew what... If you knew what being bisexual means? Alex... Said I might be... Liking both girls and boys?" His voice was quiet. Timid. Nothing like the girl had heard before.

She smiles, standing up to rummage through her closet, finding her backpack, grunting as she lifts the heavy sack from the back of the closet, then taking something off of the strap, before moving to sit back on the bed, holding something in her open palm.

Reggie takes a breath, taking the small circular pin out of her hand, the three colors familiar to him.

"This is the bisexual flag. Being bisexual, or just bi, is when you both like guys and girls. Pink for same sex attraction, blue for opposite sex attraction, and purple for both of them." Julie says softly, pointing at each of the colors in the pale boy's palm, before placing a gentle hand on his arm. "And there's nothing wrong with this, completely normal."

Reggie blows out a breath through his teeth. "So... Nothing's wrong with me."

"No, of course not. You're just... You're human. Well... Ghost, I guess." Julie shakes her head. "But it's completely normal to feel like this." She tilts her head to try and meet his downcast gaze. "When... Did you find this out?"

He swallows. "Last night... I met a guy... When I was walking. He's a ghost too, and... He's... Well..."

"Hot?"

Reggie can feel his face flush, but he nods. "Yeah, you could say..."

"And... That's the first time you'd ever liked a guy?"

"W-well... I don't know if I like him, but... Yeah, he's... Attractive..."

"Well... Get to know him... And... If you think you like him... Go for it."

Reggie swallows again, nodding softly, smiling at the girl, holding his hand with the pin out, but the girl simply shakes her head, closing his fist over it.

"Keep it. Flynn has so many more." Julie says softly.

The bassist takes a breath, before scooting closer to her, wrapping his arms around her neck gently. "Thank you."

"It's no problem, Reg." She mumbles, letting him hold her for a few seconds. "Remember to come talk if you need to."