Opposites (boyxboy)

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I'd been in a mood all day. Not helped by lack of sleep last night, the detention this afternoon and my worrying about failing.

I was so glad Dask came over to help me with my assignment. He was probably the only person patient enough to get through to me. When the assignment was finally finished I was exhausted. But mostly relieved as I packed my books away.

We settled down next to each other on the small couch in front of the tv in my room. I felt myself relax as I leaned my head on his shoulder, and he ran his fingers through my hair.

He was flicking through the channels while my mind wandered. I asked him, "How did you know for sure you was gay?"

He seemed taken aback. "What?"

"How did you know you was gay?" I sat up straight and turned to look at him.

He looked surprised. "Why?"

I shrugged, hearing the Spongebob Squarepants theme music in the background on the tv. "I just want to know."

Dask was quiet for a moment before he answered. "I don't like girls the same way I like guys."

That caught my attention. "Guys? There's more than one you like?"

"Not at the moment," he replied.

I wondered if that meant there was one guy in particular he liked right now.

"So it's just one guy you're attracted to, not all guys?"

"I've noticed some other guys before who I thought were cute."

That was news to me. "Really?"

He nodded.

Well that was something to get my head around. I'd never noticed any guy other than him. "What sort of guys do you like?"

He just smiled and shrugged, looking at the tv. But I suspected he wasn't really watching it.

Something occurred to me. I asked, "Are you going to tell your parents?"

"Not yet. I'm not sure how they will take it," he said.

"I think they'll be good about it. Your parents are really nice."

"So are yours," he said.

I blinked. I wasn't sure if I was gay. I might not have anything to tell my parents just yet.

He looked at me and our eyes held for a moment. My heart sped up and my hands felt clammy. My whole body blushed with heat. I quickly looked away and said, "But it doesn't mean we are gay."

"We?" It was only one word, but I knew what he was asking.

"I don't know if I'm gay, Dask," I said.

"But you think you might be?"

I felt nervous."I don't know. I might be. How do you know for sure if you are? How do you know it's not just a passing phase and that you're not just horny?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

Dask was quiet a moment or two before he responded quietly. "I like someone."

I was frustrated with his answer that didn't actually answer anything. "We all like people, Dask."

"No. I mean....I really like someone," he said.

"You like someone. That's how you know?"

"It's how I know. Because I've never felt about any girl the way I do about this one guy."