"What? No. Z Nation is trash!", I quickly defended my favorite tv show.
"I disagree! I think it's better than The Walking Dead.", My friend, Vivian, batted her eyes, confident in the blasphemy coming out her mouth.
Honestly there wasn't a better night than sitting on the couch with my best friend/roommate arguing over the best zombie tv shows.
"The Walking Dead shows the best portrayal of zombies today in the media. Whereas, Z Nation makes them look like bugged out crazies with rabies.", I argued in response.
"Nah. I'll always be #teamZNation", she said disregarding my response.
"Ha, bitch, you need to check again.", I rolled my eyes at her comment.
We both laughed and continued our Netflix browsing.
After a couple minutes of silence, Vivian abruptly squealed, looking up from her lit phone screen.
I looked towards her in confusion, and she turned to me and asked, "How do you feel about going to a gay bar tomorrow night?"
"A gay bar? Like with all males? Gay males?", I responded still perplexed at the fact my very straight friend wanted to take me to a gay bar.
"Well there's lesbians there of course, but that's not the point. You know my friend, Alex? The gay one?", Vivian rambled.
I nodded.
"Well since tomorrow is pride and all, they are getting turnt there and he invited me! And gays know how to party, like let's be real, they're lit.", she proceeded.
"I don't know Viv, you know I don't really party like that, and what if they think I'm gay?", I told her overwhelmed by the thought of anyone finding out I liked girls.
My parents would kill me if they knew, nobody can find out. Ever.
"So? Who cares? It's not like you're actually gay.", she debated.
Yeah. It's not like I'm actually gay.
actually gay.
"Fine, I'll go. But only for a couple of hours.", I say finally surrendering.
"Yay!", she squealed for about the 3rd time in the last 5 minutes.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
I threw the remote beside me and stood up from seat stretching my legs.
"Night! Love you!", she shouted as I exited the living room.
"Night, Viv.", I shouted back throwing up a peace sign.
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The next night me and Vivian were getting dressed for the pride party at that club she told me about, it wasn't far. It's in Brooklyn, just like our apartment but we decided to take a cab instead of the train.
"Do you think I applied too much highlighter to my face?", I turned to Vivian.
She squinted her eyes for two seconds before replying back with a dull, "Nah."
