Barry stared at the daunting doors of the LGBTQ+ club.
School had just ended and it was just about to start, this would be Barry's first time going.
He wasn't sure what had triggered him to come, but he also knew it could be only one thing.
Wherever Barry went, he was just there. Wether he be in the blues in the sky or or the browns in the trees that vaguely looked like his hair color. His laugh seemed to echo around his mind at random times and his smirking grin was permanently there.
His smirk. Barry both hated it and loved it at the same time. His smirk was always there to remind you that he enjoys your pain. It was also always there to remind you that he still has some boyish wonder deep inside and can be brought out easily if you know how.
There was a particular day where Barry could swear that the sky was the exact same color as his eyes.
His eyes, Barry could go on about those forever. The pair that Barry loved and thought were perfect. He's spent long conversations, looking into them and never wants to stop. The pair that Barry always thought matched his own.
There was a time in grade 10 when he had a girlfriend. Barry didn't understand it then, but this was also the time when he was the saddest he has ever been.
Barry didn't understand the sick feeling every time he saw them together, how wrong in felt in his head.
Barry didn't realize how he felt until recently.
He had been lying in his bed, late at night, and was just thinking. He had been thinking about his love life. It started with just thinking of girls in his classes. Then, the thought struck him, what about Ross? He had immediately pushed the thought away; but it crept back, spreading more and filling up Barry's entire being.
Barry took another look at the doors of the club for people like him. He took a deep breath and knocked twice against the door. Moments later, a bright and happy face appeared.
"Hi! Follow me!" They pushed the door open widely and Barry followed them down a hall and into one of the many rooms.
Barry scanned the faces and found a familiar one, them both catching eyes at the same time.
"Ross?" Barry exclaimed, the others in the circle growing confused.
"Barry?" Ross stood up and walked over, "you're gay?"
Barry let out a laugh full of nervousness, Ross could practically feeling it coming off of him. "Yeah, you are too?"
"I'm bi." Ross then through his arms around Barry, making Barry tense up - Ross didn't seem to notice. "This makes it way easier to tell you!"
Barry was focusing all too much on the hug to think of an appropriate response. He and Ross have hugged before, but this just felt more special. Barry wanted so bad to just hug back, but Ross was holding down his arms. But Barry loved the feeling of Ross's arms around his, feeling complete and whole and happy and like he could take on anything. For just the small time that the hug lasted, Barry could actually believe that they were actually together, that this was normal, that they did this all the time. Barry could practically feel their whole life playing out together, all sprouting from this one hug. But as Ross pulled away, Barry's dreams didn't seem to melt away - they seemed stronger, more real. Barry felt like he was going to get another hug, wether it be Ross or Barry that makes the move. Sure, Barry still felt a little less than whole when Ross released him, but he didn't care, he had hope for their future together. Barry couldn't help the big fucking doofy grin on his face as he sat down next to Ross in the circle and didn't mind the off looks the others gave him - he didn't mind any negative feedback at all, as long as Ross was there, he could do anything.
