Boys Will Be Boys

Chapter Twenty-Four

Author's Note:

Okay, I'm posting this chapter early because I know that y'all really didn't like what happened in the last. I'M A WRITER, IT'S NOT ALL GONNA BE RAINBOWS AND CUPCAKES. Srsly though, some of y'all are violent. ANYWAYS, I think this chapter will kinda make up for it. The next one should be out in around a week.
ENJOY! :)

xoxo,
Q

We walk down the sidewalk, hand in hand. It’s so weird, being so open about it, and I’m half expecting Bryce to just appear out of nowhere and start pounding us, but other than a few strange stares, we’re ignored.

Peter is so comfortable with who he is. It’s like he doesn’t even realize when people give us odd glances. Me, on the other hand, I’m just incredibly awkward, unsure of how to carry myself, constantly worried I’m doing something wrong.

“You okay, Luke?” Peter asks me, smiling.

I nod quickly. “Yeah, of course.”

“Just new to it all, huh?” He says, understandingly.

“Yeah.” I nod again. “Guess it just takes some getting used to.”

It’s intimidating, being with Peter. He’s just so confident and so aware of who he is and he just doesn’t give a damn what other people think of him.

He’s also, like, an inch taller than me, which I’m really uncomfortable with. I don’t meet a lot of people taller than me and I sure as hell have never dated one.

But at the same time, I enjoy being with Peter. He makes me laugh really easily, and he’s so interesting. There’s so much going on in his life.

He travels and he’s involved in all this theater and music and I’m perfectly content with just sitting there and listening to him talk.

“So tell me about this Emery kid.” Peter says.

I stare at him, my eyebrows raised. “I’m sorry, what?”

Peter chuckles at me, but I continue to stare at him expectantly.

“Why do you want to talk about my ex-boyfriend?” I ask.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I mean…I can’t imagine not knowing who I was till seventeen.”

“When did you realize you were gay?” I ask, now genuinely curious.

Peter snorts. “Are you kidding? For my third birthday, all I wanted was a Barbie. When I was seven, my dad wanted me to dress up as Spiderman for Halloween. I told him I didn’t want to be Spiderman, because I wanted to marry Spiderman.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Ugh, I’m jealous. I wish I’d known sooner. Would’ve saved me from getting into a lot of shitty relationships.”

Peter squeezes my hand gently. “Come on. Talk to me about Emery.”

I sigh. “Okay. But let’s get a coffee. It’s getting cold out.”

Peter smiles and leans over to kiss my cheek.

*

“It was just completely foreign territory. I’d never felt that way about anyone, let alone a guy. It was entirely bizarre to me. The idea that I might be gay didn’t even cross my mind at first. I was just so freaked out.”

Peter whistles. “Woah. How’d you figure it out?”

“Well, Toby and Alana helped a lot.” I reply, honestly.