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Statistically, every one in ten people are gay.

I, Alex, am one of those people.

I'd grown up in a tiny town of 250 people, give or take, where everyone knew each other somehow, wether it was through a personal aspect or if they were your 7th cousin.

It just so happened that my town was very churchy, although they accepted with open arms anyone who was queer.

Adjective, informal.
(of a person) homosexual
Denoting anyone who identifies with
a sexuality or gender not of the
established 'normal' sexuality or
gender

Now, I didn't even have to come out to my mum. She guessed.

It went a bit like this.

"Hey, um, Alex, are you gay?"

I'd remember feeling very embarrassed when she asked me this. I was 12, and I knew I was gay at the time.

"Yeah." I'd said, and that had been the end of our exchange. Of course, once you came out to one person, it never ended. Every new person you met and had intentions of seeing again, you had to tell them. Well, it was considered polite. Anyway, as I said, we only lived in a small town of 250, so everyone knew basically.

Which is why I was surprised when one day, I met William, and he didn't immediately know.

Charming, innocent, beautiful William, who had secrets of his own, and I'd made it my mission to find them out.

a/n: I didn't contain the meaning of Queer bc I think you guys are stupid, it's bc it's part of the story and the whole feel of it.

Ugh I sound so old k bye

Also I'm a straight girl, so this was hard for me to write

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