After being invited in by Paul and Jake, drinking some tea and calming down, I decided to say what was wrong.
"Actually, there's a reason why I came here. A very important one."
Jake nodded.
"What's that?"
"My parents will kick me out if they know."
"Know what?"
A sudden lump had formed in my throat.
"That I'm... I, uh... Ikissedaguyandpushedhimawayandwenthomeandcriedbecausenowiknowimgay."
They both looked seriously confused.
Okay, time for confession two-point-oh.
"I made out with a guy at a party. Then I realised what I was doing and ran home to think about it. I just know that it felt one million and one times better than kissing a girl. And then I thought about it some more, and realised that I'm gay. And my parents are crazy gay haters. I just feel like I've failed them."
I realised that last part could be considered rude.
"No offense."
They stared at me for a while until Paul finally said "None taken. I felt the same, until I met Jake." He ruffled Jake's ginger hair. "And look at us now! As for your parents, I can understand that. They've shouted many a homophobic remark at us. Although, quite a few people have. I have bad news, though."
I gulped. "What's that?"
"Once you find out, it's impossible to live in the closet. It'll be easy for a few months. But it gets harder, and harder, until you just can't take it anymore."
"I know"
My head turned to the direction of the new voice. I took in the blond hair, ear piercing, the tanned skin of the person on the stairs. My body went numb as I realised.
It was the guy from the party.
