15 year old Thomas is a closeted bisexual who too afraid to tell people, especially his dad, his little brother, and two best friends. Then he meets a guy named Elliott who changes everything for him.
On Saturday, I met Elliott again. This time, in normal, casual clothes. I couldn't help how I felt about him. The way his hair flowed in the light wind and when he brushed his hand through it made me feel like I was having a heart attack. He's, like, a inch or two shorter than me, so I got a good view of his head. We talked and sat on the bench. I noticed his phone kept vibrating. "Ugh, leave me alone!" he scoffed, blocking the number. "Who is that?" "My....ex," he said. "Well you must have an amazing package for her to be so coo coo for you," I laughed. He was silent. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "But what happened between you two?" He bit the inside of his cheek and looked at the ground. I guess he wasn't gonna tell me. That's okay.
"He cheated on me."
PAUSE! "WHAT?!" My eyes nearly popped out of my head. He swallowed. "He cheated. HELLO!
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"Oh..." "....with my cousin," he added. "OH! Oh, I'm very sorry...." Do I tell him? "Please don't tell anyone that I'm pansexual," Elliott begged. "I trust you." So do I....
"Elliott......I'm...." He looked deep into my eyes. I felt hot. Come on, words.
"I'm bisexual," I finally said.
".........Oh."
The fuck you mean "Oh?" You better be letting me bounce on that pink dick. He touched my shoulder. EEP! "That's great, Tom," he said, smiling. "I'm here for you." I'm here for you. I love that saying. My heart stopped pounding so hard. I wanted to cry from happiness. "I'm here for you, too." We hugged. I never wanted to let go.
