"Hey Zach what's up?" I questioned looking at a nervous Zach.
"H-Hey Jackie." He said hesitant.
"How are you?" I said a little worried.
"I'm good. Okay look I have to tell you something but you can't tell anyone." He said sternly.
"Okay?" I said as more of a question.
"Jackie, I'm- I'm gay." Zach said. I sat there in shock.
"Zach that's amazing!" I replied.
"Wait. What?" He said in tears.
"Yeah Zach that's amazing." I said.
"I thought you would judge me or yell at me." Zach said quietly over the phone.
"Are you fucking kidding? Why the hell would I do that? Zach, I love you no matter what you do. And I would never judge you for who you love. No matter if you wanted to be a fucking potato I'd love you. I mean, I'd be concerned but I'd love you." I said. He laughed.
"I love you Jackie." He said.
"I love you too baby face." I said.
"Seriously Jackie? You couldn't have just said Zach?" He said in a moody tone.
"Haha, nope." I sassily replied
"I'm hanging up."
"No! Wait! I'm sorry!" I yelled over the phone.
"I knew you were sorry!" He said over the phone.
"Oh my god you're an ass." I said laughing.
"Well I gotta go the boys are about to come back."
"Okay. Wait! Have you told them?" I said. Zach shook his head. "Well I love you. Good luck love." I said smiling.
"Thanks. Love you. Bye." Zach said before hanging up. I said their in unbelief. I'm so happy he told me.
•the next morning•
"Get up you sleepy face!" My Mom sad shaking me.
"No I'm too tired. Five more minutes." I said sticking my face in a pillow.
"You said that an hour ago." My Mom said. I replied with a shrug and rolled over and pulled my blanket up.
"Fine go back to sleep. But you won't get any pancakes." She said.
"Pancakes?" I asked intrigued.
"Chocolate pancakes." My Mom said. I jumped out of bed and stood up.
"Pancakes bitches!" I said to myself as my mom already left my room.
I headed downstairs and immediately grabbed a mug and made coffee.
"Mom where's the milk?" I asked and turned around to face her dropping the hot coffee pot on the ground.
"What the hell is he doing here?" I asked in anger.
"Hey sweetie"
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To be continued...
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Is it love? • Daniel Seavey
FanfictionI'm 17, and I'm battling Cancer. I never know if people care about me, or they care about my illness. The only person I can lean on is my best friend, Jack. For 2 years my Cancer has come and gone, but he has stayed. Everything remains the same unt...
