He Isn't Gay

Part 10

Around October, things got feisty. I was experiencing family problems and things at school was falling apart. I often talked to my aunt. "Well you are always welcomed to come back up here and stay." "I know." I actually took it upon  consideration and started telling people I might move back. "Everybody, I have an announcement." I spoke at lunch. "I.....might move back to Georgia." Everybody frowned. "Noo." "You can't." "Please stay." "Don't go." They told me. "I....I don't know yet. It's not for sure but it's a maybe." "Just stay until graduation." One of them pleaded. "I don't know y'all." Eventually, I told everybody I knew about the possibilty of me moving. Some were sad but with others, they were "Eh..". The person I really wanted to hear from was Denis. When I told him, he was so not sensitive. "So you're.....leaving?" "Yeah." "When?" Around the end of December." "Oh." "I'm gonna miss you." "Lol." "I'm serious. Why do you take everything I say as a joke?" "........" I immediately stopped talking to him. "Gosh, he is emotionless." I said to myself. "I'm just about ready to give up on him." 

I had one gay friend, Brenden. Whenever I troubles, gay ones specifically, I talked to him. "Hey Brenden, any new gay news?" "Nope, seen any cute people lately?" "Oohhhh yess." I laughed. We always checked up on each other. "So, are you with anybody?" I asked. "Oh heaven's no. Boys around here can't handle this and most of them are eww. What about you?" "I see cute people everyday, but only Denis has my heart." "You still like him? You never told me why." I explained everything to him. "Well! Isn't he the classic closet case..." He exclaimed. I laughed. "I know right? And I've tried everything and I don't know what to do. I'd figured he'd at least be sad that I'm moving." "Wait, what!? You're moving? Noooo!" "I'm sorry." "For what reason?" " Better life, to get away from stuff?" "Oh...what about Denis?" "I've tried everything." "Seize the moment. Tell him how much you love him and maybe you'll get through to him." It sounded good but I remember all the times I made him mad by saying he was gay. "Maybe I'll say 'I love you' in a romantic way." "Laaaame. That's so old." "Well I have no other way..." "Then, go ahead. Do whatever to get your man." "Haha. I'll say I love you and then he'll come to his senses and we'll make love all night." "Wow, that's...pretty out there. And I thought I was erotic...well I am so, doesn't matter." "Yeah but before that I'll take him on dates and stuff." "Hmm...yeah, I don't do that." "Of course you don't." "Ha...ha.." "Anyway, yeah, the next time I talk to him, I'll open up all the way. He usually talks to me every so often."