Gender fluid.

We sat in comfortable silence, the cool breeze tangling our hair. Mac and I could sit together like this for hours, completely silent. That is probably the reason we have been together for so long. Neither of us minded the quiet, we both actually preferred it to a loud and chaotic environment. Like home. That's why we come here every so often to relax after particularly hard times. Tonight was one of those times, but this time it was different. This time it wasn't my family or school, this time it was me. I had to confess, I couldn't keep it back anymore. I had to tell someone, Mac would understand, wouldn't he?

I was nervous, possibly the most scared I have been in my life. I thought of every outcome, every possibility. My hands began to shake.

"Mac?" I whispered, almost inaudibly.

"Hmm?"

"I have something to tell you."

His eyes sought mine, but I couldn't look him in the eyes. His slender hand gripped my chin and gently brought my gaze to his.

"Hey Reagan, It's okay. You're okay, yeah? You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, yeah of course, it's just, um." I trail off, not knowing how to continue.

He sits patiently, waiting for me to continue. His eyes never leaving mine.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

"I'm gender fluid."

"What?" His head tilted in confusion.

"Well sometimes I don't feel like a girl and some days I feel like a boy and others I feel like neither." My voice shook.

"Oh." He scrunched his nose.

We sat silent again, staring at nothing.

Suddenly he smiled at me, and I looked at him in confusion.

"I love you Rae, no matter what. Hey, does this mean I have a boyfriend sometimes?" He laughed.

I smiled back. "Only sometimes."

I rest my head on his shoulder, he pulled me closer to his side and I knew everything was okay.