On The Line

Telling Scott

Mitch's POV:

After being confronted by my parents yesterday, I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. They helped me understand what was happening and what I was going through. I, Mitchell Grassi, am gay. Yeah, I know. Crazy. Never thought I'd be saying that in my life, but here I am.

The only thing now is to tell Scott. I don't know how he'll take it, though. He could hate me because of it. I mean this IS Texas, it's not impossible.

But this is Scott we're talking about, I thought. My best and closest friend. He'd never hate me... Right? Oh no, I am freaking out right now. I don't have to tell him. I could hide it! Ugh, but what kind of friend hides this? He'll notice something's up when I don't have any girlfriends.

My eyes widen.

A Girlfriend. What if Scott tries to get someone for me to date! Wait, why am I going through all these hypothetically scenarios? I sighed and grabbed my phone so I could text Scott. We needed to have a talk.

Mitchie:

Hey Scoot, can you come over today?

Scoot:

Sure, be there in a few!

My hands were shaking after his response. I thought I was ready to tell him, but now I don't really know. This could all be a mistake anyways! I might not even be gay.

As I thought on it some more I had come to the conclusion that, of course I was gay. Not being stereotypical, but I hate sports! The only sport I did was soccer and I was the goalie. I hated that, all I did was sit in the goal because the ball never made it to me. Also, girls were never my thing. While other boys were talking about how cute a girl was, I was thinking about how many girls needed new outfits. Many other things that I did when I was younger finally clicked. Boy, was I in the dark.

"Mitch, darling, Scott is here to see you!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs.

Crap. He's here! No turning back.

"Tell him come up!" I yelled back. It was now or never.

I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs all the way to my bedroom door. When I turned, I saw him. The guy I'm afraid to tell that I'm gay. The guy who I may have a crush on. The guy who is my best friend. Scott.

"What's up Mitchie?" he says casually as he sits down in my beanbag chair. "Uhm, well... I...I just needed to tell you something." I choked out. "Well shoot!" I am making this harder than it needs to be. Just spit it out. No, I should ease him into it first. Yeah! Sounds good. "Okay," I started off. "So, how do you feel about boys that like other boys?" I said as simple as possible. "That was random, but I guess that's okay with me. I can't control who someone likes." Scott said with a slight laugh. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was nervous. Maybe I put pressure on him. "Okay, would you still be my friend if I liked boys?" I asked. He looked at me confused but answered anyway, "Yeah. I wouldn't throw our friendship away over that!" He paused for a moment, I guess trying to find the right words to say. "Are you trying to tell me something?" Bingo. "Well, kinda... You see, yesterday my mom and dad sat me down and asked me a few questions then we talked. In those questions were a lot about being gay..." I trailed off as I looked over at Scott. His face was blank. "So you really are gay?"

I could only nod.