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I run as fast as I can, my head spinning and my heart beating loudly in my ears. What just happened? Is he insane? We are both boys! I'm not gay. I don't care if he is; he has no right to do that to me-my first kiss with another boy. I can feel angry tears starting to run down my cheeks as I take a left turn toward Jane's street, knowing she will help me. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, but I ignore it; I can't deal with anyone right now. I stop in front of a beige, modest two-story house with a simple design. Its sloping roof and white-trimmed windows give it a clean look. Jane's grandfather built it; I've always found it beautiful.
I rub my eyes quickly to get rid of the tears. Why am I crying like a little baby? My eyes must look so bloodshot right now. I take a deep breath and walk up to the door, glancing down at the mat that says "The Wilkinson Family Welcomes You."
That wasn't here before. Mary probably put it there; she has a weird obsession with changing the welcome mats in front of their house every few weeks.
I press the doorbell. A single, symphony-like note rings out on the other end, making me chuckle. Probably Mary's doing again, or Jane's even; she loves to ask her father for ridiculous things to see if he will agree.
A few seconds pass, and I see someone approaching the door from the other side. Then it opens, revealing Jane.
"Brody," she inquires, "what are you doing here?"
Now that I stand in front of my best friend-my sister in everything but blood-I can't stop the angry tears from coming again. They spill down my face quickly, making me think I must look like a little baby.
Jane gasps and pulls me into a hug, asking if I am okay over and over again, but I can't answer. I'm too messed up right now. She drags me into the house and upstairs to her room, which is covered in One Direction posters and Barbie pillowcases and blankets. I would have laughed if I weren't too occupied crying.
We sit down on the bed, and she stays quiet, giving me a moment to calm down. But I don't see how I can. He had no right! It wasn't fair! Who does he think he is?! Jane must have been right; he does have a crush on me. Why not just confess then, so I could have let him down easily? I'm not interested-no way, never.
I don't have any problem with gay people, but I'm not one of them, am I? No, I'm not. I don't think so. It doesn't matter anyway; he still shouldn't have done that.
I can feel my phone vibrate again, snapping me out of my endless self-pity. I don't check it; it's probably Viktor. I can feel it. I can't talk to him now.
I look down at my hands, take a deep breath, and start telling Jane what happened. I feel quite embarrassed but know I won't be met with judgment from Jane; she would never do that to me. She would never judge me. I finish recounting what happened at Viktor's place and glance up at Jane to see her... smiling?
Is she finding my inner turmoil amusing?
"Why are you smiling?" I ask, trying to keep the harshness out of my voice while I will myself not to lose my temper and snap at her. She did nothing wrong; Viktor did.
"I knew he had a crush on you!" she exclaims happily, as if it's the most wonderful thing she has ever discovered.
"So what?" I yell at her. "I don't like him like that, and he shouldn't have done that!"
Jane is really starting to get on my nerves. What does it matter if he has a crush on me if I don't feel the same way?
"Don't you?" she asks, giving me a look like she knows something I don't, although for the life of me, I can't tell what that is.
"Don't I what?" I inquire, hoping she will shed some light on what great secret she knows that I don't.
She chuckles, as if it's insane I'm even asking, which annoys me even further.
"Don't you like Viktor?" she asks, looking me straight in the eyes.
My heart starts beating hard in my chest again. Why is that? No, I don't. Why would she think that?
"No!" I exclaim. "Where did you get that idea?!"
"Are you sure?" she asks, as if I'm stupid. Of course, I'm sure. How could I not be sure?
"Yes, I'm sure, Jane," I say, rolling my eyes at her idiocy, though I love her really.
She looks at me for a moment, as if lost in thought, then gets up and starts searching for something in one of her drawers.
"What are you looking for?" I inquire, my annoyance replaced by curiosity.
She doesn't answer my question, just moves on to the next drawer and keeps rummaging through all of them, obviously deeming whatever she's looking for more important.
"There it is," she says, pulling out a girly magazine I don't know the name of from one of the drawers.
What is she doing with that?
"Are you in love?" she asks, turning the magazine towards me so I can see the article. I burst out laughing; I can't believe she's suggesting I should trust a dumb article to tell me if I'm in love with someone.
"Stop laughing!" she yells at me, but I can't help myself. That idea is just so idiotic. I laugh even harder, falling back on the bed. It reminds me of the time Viktor and I went to the arcade. We laughed like little children. Why do I remember this now? After what happened today? I stop laughing and shake my head to clear my thoughts.
"So what does that dumb article do?" I ask Jane, snickering.
She gives me a death stare and flips me off.
"This amazing article," she starts, giving me a pointed look, "will tell us if you like Viktor or not," she adds, looking victorious.
An article will tell me if I have a crush? That's so stupid!
"Fine then," I say, rolling my eyes.
Jane puts the magazine down on the bed and claps her hands excitedly, preparing a little notepad and pen to write down my answers. I hate this so much, but I guess it won't hurt to try, if only to get Jane off my back.
"Question number one: Do you think this person looks good?"
I take a moment to think about it. I suppose I do. He is handsome, I think, kind of beautiful in a way-at least for a guy. So yeah, I guess I do think he looks good. I nod at Jane, and she smiles and quickly writes my answer down.
"Question number two: Do you enjoy this person's company?"
For this one, I don't have to think. I instantly nod, knowing that it is true-I do enjoy Viktor's company and can't deny that. We had a lot of fun hanging out together. Jane merely raises an eyebrow at me and writes down my answer.
"Question number three: Do you often think about this person?"
Do I often think about Viktor? For some reason, I do, but I can't quite tell why. I nod, still not speaking a word.
Jane squeaks and giggles like a little girl, scribbling down the answer.
"Question number four: Did you ever dream of this person, sexually or otherwise?" She wiggles her eyebrows after reading this question, making me roll my eyes.
"Yes, I have," I reply with words this time. "Non-sexual," I add, and Jane makes a disappointed face, making me chuckle.
"Last question: Did you ever think you might like this person?" she asks, making an expecting face.
It came to my mind one time, I suppose, but that was just from that stupid movie, yeah, that's right. I just nod, and she squeaks again, picking up the magazine to see the answer. A long ten seconds pass before she looks up from the magazine.
"You 100% have a crush on this person. You should tell them," she says, smiling happily.
What the hell? That can't be right.
No! There is no way! It's just a dumb article that is all it is, just nonsense.
That's right.
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Unconditionally Yours
Romance"He isn't going to do what I think he is about to do. Is he? No, that would be insane; we are both boys. He lowers his eyes to my lips for a second, looks into my eyes, and lowers his head more, connecting our lips. I can hear my heart beating in my...
