Magic Falls One-Shots

I'm Gay?

Year: Before second
Class: N/A

Stanford was confused.

Not about the summer homework, no. He had gotten that done in only a few days, right after his twelfth birthday. Schoolwork- even magic schoolwork- felt surprisingly easy compared to the internal conflict he was feeling (although schoolwork was always easy to him).

Ford knew he never felt attracted to girls the way his brother did. He never felt as though he wanted a relationship with a girl. The way Stanley had come to talk about girls he liked made Ford feel... a bit confused. Whenever Stan or Bella asked him who or if he liked anyone, he could never answer. He simply didn't like girls.

But if I don't like girls, then who do I like? Ford thought, frowning at the moldy attic room ceiling. He had to like someone, didn't he? Boys or girls. And if it wasn't girls... did he like boys?

"I can't," Ford muttered, watching as a spider scuttled across a wooden beam. "I can't like boys. I like girls."

But even as he said it, the words didn't sound right. But they should have, shouldn't they? Boys liked girls and girls liked boys. At least that's what his dad had always taught him. But then again, his dad had sent him and Stan away simply because they were magic. And didn't Fiddleford- his closest friend- like girls and boys?

Ford tried to think and remember anything that could help prove if he liked girls or boys. Hadn't he always thought that Dan, the older boy working in the Mystery Shack and in Wampus, was cute? After mulling over what Stan said he felt for any girl he liked, Ford supposed it did sound like he could have had 'feelings' for Dan.

"I like boys," Ford spoke quietly. His owl, Bill, hooted and ruffled his feathers, almost as if saying "Good for you". The words felt different on Ford's tongue than the previous ones. They didn't feel wrong or out of place, as though perhaps Stanley was saying them instead. They sounded like his own words. "I don't like girls. I'm attracted to boys."

Stanford grinned. They defiantly sounded right. So he did like boys. Just like Fiddleford did.

Well, almost, anyways. Fiddleford was bisexual.

"I'm gay." Ford whispered, the meaning of the words striking him suddenly as he said them.

They sounded perfect.