Short Stories/Poems

What I Should've Said pt.2

The worst part about knowing your best friend is Bi...the fact that you can't even tell them the same thing. I've been thinking about who I am for...a long time. And, I'm pretty sure I'm Bi, or Pan. But...I wish I could tell her, I tell Max everything.
My mom is super traditional, and my dad is very religious. No way I'm telling them. My grandma is really open minded, and has told me several times that she would love me no matter what I do, or who I am. My granddad is gone. The only person I know for a fact will accept me is Max. But...I'm scared. I know I shouldn't be, but haven't you ever been in my position? It's scary. And unless you've ever tried to come out to people, don't tell me otherwise.

Max is staying over at my house tonight, since her dad is mad, she doesn't want to be there if he comes home. "Why don't we go upstairs and watch a movie. I'm tired." Max is pulling on my arm towards the stairs. When we get into my room, she flops onto my stuffed animal infested bed. I've kept every single one I've ever gotten, most of them are from Max. And most are elephants, my favorite animal. "Let's watch....every horror movie you own." "So, the two up there?" I laugh and point to my shelf. Max is a huge fan of horror movies, I'm not. But, IT and Nightmare on Elm Street are amazing.
After we get halfway through IT Max starts to fall asleep. She always falls asleep while her head is laying on my shoulder. I turn off the TV and lay back on to my head board. I think about what she said during school. 'i love that you let me talk to you about anything. You're awesome!' in that moment, I felt it. The familiar sensation of words appearing on my lower right hip. I lift my shirt a bit, and run my finger over those three words 'i love you'. After a few minutes, I fall asleep.
I woke up, and Max was gone. I knew she was in the bathroom, so I sit up and think. I always do that, just sit in my bed for a few minutes in the morning, thinking... wondering. She comes back in the room, and curls back up underneath the covers. "Well good morning to you too shit head." I laugh and push on her shoulder. She smiles and opens her eyes slightly. "Good morning. I'm hungry." I laugh, perfect opportunity for a dad joke. "Why hello Hungry, I'm Riley. Nice to meet you." I put my hand in front of her face, as though to shake hers, and she flips me off. I laugh and get up. Typical mornings for us, dad jokes and lazyness. "Girls! Breakfast!" My mom yells from the kitchen. Max jumps up and waddles out the door. I laugh and follow.
My mom talks to my dad as me and Max scarf down 3 pancakes each. I use my bacon to make a unibrow and make a face to make Max laugh. She uses an egg to hang in front of her face, and as hole appear she makes a weird sound. We laugh and make my dad glare at us. He should be used to us being weird, but of course "don't play with your food, eat it." After breakfast, me and Max play on the PlayStation. We're both very competitive, and keep yelling at each other. How much more perfect could this day get? Oh...it doesn't. Cause as always, Max has to leave right as we were playing. "My dad wants me home...and I don't think he's happy. Can you come with me? I'd feel safer with you there." I jump up and grab a hoodie, "Without a doubt, let's go." And before my parents could protest, we were out the door.
"What do you think your dad will say?" I ask as we turn the corner. "I don't know...but hopefully not much. And hopefully my mom is there." She looks at the ground and kicks a pinecone. "I'm glad you're coming. You're a good friend." She says, and grabs my hand. I stiffen up, but don't pull away. Is she trying to tell me something? Is she messing with? I...is she....what the fuck?!