It took me a while to fall asleep―still too many thoughts from our "little chat." As I listened to Finn breathing evenly on the lower bunk, I thought, I am sharing a bunkbed with a dude that's into dudes. The thoughts were just too big to process.
The next morning as I vainly tried to keep my eyes shut against the sunlight encroaching into the bedroom, I became aware of Finn rummaging around in the closet; he was stuffing clothes into a laundry bag. When he had finished he walked out carefully, allowing only a quiet sigh to unconsciously escape as he passed my still-ostensibly-sleeping form.
He's just a dude, I told myself. Just a dude doing his laundry just like anyone else.
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Nick & Finn
General FictionFor me, it started as the worst summer of my life. For them, it started out as a social experiment. And though we only crossed paths for a short time, I'm grateful for the experience. It taught me to never be comfortable, and it changed our lives ir...
