You are not alone

Late nights

Jace guided me, and I followed him to wherever we were going. We had been walking for a while, but I didn't really care. I was glad I was out of there, away from everyone.

"Where are we going?" I asked, once I started to get tired.

"You'll see." Jace replied, as he smirked.

"When will I see?"

"Soon."

"Why are you being so vague?" I asked, as we walked towards a place that I knew.

"See, it's a perfect place to sit and be away from everything." Jace said, as walked back into his childhood home.

"You really like this place, don't you?"

"It's a good place to think."

"I don't want to do any more thinking, thinking is what always gets me in a mess."

"Then let's just talk." He said, as we sat on the front porch.

"What about?"

"Anything."

"I don't know what to say."

"Just keep talking about how you feel."

"Ok, it's just that I've always felt like something was wrong with me, and I don't want to feel that way. I want to want a relationship with someone, whether or not it's physical, but I just can't."

"I'm sorry, I wish I could do something."

"It's ok, I just hate having anxiety, and panic attacks, and-"

"It's ok, you don't have to go through any of this alone. I try to be here for you, why won't you just talk to me? I mean, I have to drag it out of you." Jace said, making me feel bad actually, I didn't mean to make people angry with me.

"I'm sorry, I just don't want to talk about my problems. I don't want to be a burden either."

"You're not a burden, and you can't always hold everything in."

"I know, but I don't want to tell anyone, I just... I don't know." I said, as I looked at the ground.

"Why do you hold everything in?"

"I just never thought I needed to tell anyone, but I do, I really do. I just don't know how."

"I'm sorry."

"I never had anyone to tell this stuff to before."

"It's ok." He said, as he scooted closer to me, and put his arms around me.

"Umm, I-" I started to object the act, but I stopped.

"I know you don't like the whole touching thing, but I want you to feel safe." He said, kindly, like he knew what I was going to say.

"I might not be super comfortable, but it does feel better." I stated, as I looked into his eyes, as his head rested on my shoulders.

"We should probably go back though. It's starting to get dark." He said, as he moved back and stood up.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." I stood up, and we walked back to the LGBT center.
"I miss our little conversations." I said, as I looked at him.

"Well, someone's been very busy lately." He joked.

"I guess. I kind of made the whole thing a little too important to me."

"Well, we can talk whenever you want."

"I always like talking to you, I always want to talk to you. Even if I don't realize that I talk to you too much. Even if you get tired of me, I'll still like talking to you."

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of you."

"I hope not, I don't think I could take it."

"Come on, it's getting late, we should go to bed."

"Yeah." I said, as we walked into our room and I sat on my bed.

"Do you want me to sleep over there with you?" He asked, like he knew what I was thinking, but didn't want to ask.

"Actually, that could be nice." I agreed, and he laid on my bed with me.

We stayed up for a while, just talking and joking around. Eventually, we went to bed when our eyes were so tired we could barely keep them open.

A/N: hey, if you were interested in the book I told you about in a previous chapter, I just put it up, and it's called- LGBT and me. thanks, if you do decide to read it, and let me know what you think:)