Imperfect

Chapter 4

I feel so deliriously happy, now, as I'm running home. 

So far both Brian and Maria had commented on my positivity, during the auditions for the school play.

"What's up with you?" Maria had asked me when I'd finished my audition.

I didn't realise that I had been but I was grinning like a mad man.

"Nothing. I'm just happy." I had replied.

Now I'm joyfully running home, and the clouds are warning rain but I seriously don't care, I just want to be able to find internet so I can message that guy.

I don't think I've ever been so desperate to get home, like I'm positive I wasn't this happy, even at any of my sixteen Christmases.

"Well, look who's happy." Dad comments when I get in. "I would ask whether you've had a good day, but it's screaming on your face."

"Thanks Dad." Stacy mutters as a joke.

I laugh, but I'm out of breath, I was running faster than normal, and apparently my body prefers sprinting rather than marathons.

I head upstairs into my room and shut the door behind me.

Stacy's good at giving me privacy, especially if it means I stay out of her business.

Whoever the dude is, I doubt he'll get that privilege from his brother so I try to keep it short.

Chocolate!-Hey, you at home yet?

IWANNAGETBETTER-Yeah, I'm just taking a guess that you're at home as well?

Chocolate!-Yeah. I just realised that I didn't answer your question about sports before: I'm okay with watching sports, but I'm not really a participant. I do like track racing, however. Music is a bigger thing for me than sports, I have to admit.

I looked up the song and I agree, it's great; the Bleachers.

IWANNNAGETBETTER-I'm glad you approve. I'm doing homework in-between messaging you. I have been trying to concentrate but I find that I'd much rather be 'talking' with you. 

I'm a little scared to give my parents' the satisfaction of being right about this being good form me, but I don't want them to take it away as well. Any ideas?

I've also been worrying about coming out to my parents'.

It literally just hit me that I'm technically bisexual, and that I'll have to tell people eventually. Also you're the first person to know! That's one down and everyone else I know to go. This feels more like a chore than something I actually want to do. Do you think I should come out to my psychiatrist or my parents' first? I don't know what I'm doing and I have very little how I'm supposed to do it.

I could really use some advice with this.

Chocolate!-Homework is hard, and it's very easy to be distracted by literally anything whilst you're doing it so I'm not surprised. As for your parents, I think you could say nothing has happened so far, or something along those lines.

To be truthful my parents probably don't know what to expect from my love life so I think they'll be aright with anything. As for coming out when your parents expect you to be straight I have very little idea. I guess you have to find the right time and grab it? I literally have no idea.

I'm honoured to be the first person to find out that you are bisexual, literally I think I had to tell you because you didn't know what it was classed as. You're right about the classifications, I just put you in one.