My ex-Boyfriend's secret.

(One Year, Two Months Earlier)

*I watched silently as the girl pushed the lanky boy to the fence. 

"Do it!" She wined, pushing him. 

He looked down, frowning. "I can't."

"Why," she paused, trying to swallow the tension between their bodies, 'Why not!"

"I have this intesense fear of, you know.. Rejection" He scratched his head. The girl rolled her eyes, grabbing him by his hand and leading him to the chair he owned, positioned perfectly infrount of mine. She placed the hand she held on the arm of his chair, mirroring that action on the other side of the chair. She then pressed her palm to his forehead, sending him into the cotton-covered plastic chair. She brushed past my knees, giving one a squeeze before turning to sit in a chair placed in the middle, yet slightly set back, of ours. She opened her mouth, then closed it. We sat in silence.

"It's almost thirty past nine.." I said, after two solid minutes of silence. 

"Getting late. Might be too late soon, hm?" The pudgy girl snapped. I gave her a sideways confused glance, the boy's cheeks reddened. He cleared his throat, mouthing a simple word, please. Avarie sent a gust of wind out her fat cheeks, as if to say, fine. 

"Oh, Ella. I've got a question to ask you, you better respond soon." Avarie sang to the tune of Boyfriend, by Justin Bieber, her heart-throb. She spiked my attention, and I cocked my head to show I was intreguied. She continued. 

"What would you do, if Dale said this to you? Na-na-na, na-na-na, na, I'd like to be your boyfriend, where ever you go. Kiss and hug you, you'd never feel alone. I'd would text you, goodnight everyday. If you could just say yes, to the words I say. Na-na-na na-na-na, yeah, won't you be my girlfriend?" Her notes came out clear, and my mouth fell open slightly. She began singing a series of 'ahh's, each growning louder. I smiled at the boy across from me, nodding my head.

"Yes, Dale!" I shouted, "Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." His cheeks grew redder, and he stood up to hug me. 

"LET IT BE KNOWN, AUGUST 5TH, 2012, ELLA AND DALE ARE DATING." Yelled my pudge-buddy, Avarie.*

(Back to current day, January 28th, 2013)

"Ella? Ella!" My bestfriend scolded me. I had tendencies to drift off in thought, at the worst times.

"Sorry, Kay." I said, staring at my friend Keifer.

"Thank you, anyway. So you're totally in rememberance of how much you hate your ex?" He asked, pain in his voice. I was confused.

"100%." I confirmed, "He broke me, shredded my in tiny little peices."

He puffed his cheeks up, blowing air out. "Drama aside, don't hate me.. please?" I rose my eyebrows, alarmed. How could I hate my bestfriend? And why would he say that! I opened my mouth to holler at him when my ex-lover bursted out of the closet. My eyes widened. 

"Guys, I'm gay." He hollered, as the doors closed. My mouth fell open. 

What. Had. I. Done. 

'Actually.." My bestfriend said, standing up. He waltz over to my ex, smiling. He took his long crooked hand. 

"We're gay."