Winter Holidays

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I was listening to some music Saturday morning, first day of holiday. The very headphones I got from my Secret Santa. My Secret Santa was Maya Dain. She's a brilliantly smart girl who aspired to become a neurosurgeon and save people's lives because if she couldn't have done anything to save her little sister from a cerebral stroke she could at least make sure she can help others. Which I believe is the most selfless goal anyone that I know has which makes this class of colleagues I'm part of a huge melting pot of different characters and views on life.
My phone chimes, and for a second the music is covered by the sound of it bringing me back from the dreamy state I was.

  My phone chimes, and for a second the music is covered by the sound of it bringing me back from the dreamy state I was

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Should I go? I mean now Ihave a gang of my own..sort of. There's Emma and Aya. And Maya sure loves totaunt me. But lucky for her I know she, in fact, jokes a lot on Adrian finallybeing the bottom for once. I guess it could be fun if there's booze. I thinkI'll go.


I did go and it was something great.

But that was only a small part of my Saturday morning. The day would end with me chatting with my nemesis. Now I can't stress enough how annoying he is with only texts. But this time it was a bit different. But until that conversation, that day Emma came over for some binge-watching and some junk food. We grew quite close as I didn't feel the need to come out to her or hide who I was, even though it's keeping me awake at nights from time to time the fact that I keep not coming out to her.

I never did during high-school. Not to her. Not to anyone.

We watched The Vampire's Diary. I know. Lame. But up to this day is the most emotional roller coaster fantasy series I've ever watched up to this day. And Damon is just so hot. I'd love to have their powers. I'd be truly indomitable. I could compel anyone to just accept me for who I am. I could turn anyone gay whenever I wanted. Damn the opportunities.
As time passed by we kept on delving into deeper and deeper conversations until she opened up the Underwood subject.

' For the love of God! Why does everyone feel the need to talk about this guy. He's a douchbag, a pain in the ass. A dude with I don't know what complexes that are no excuse for his behaviour. He's just a sad guy who can't get with anyone 'cause he's broken on the inside. Everybody buys into his jock style of acting. They fall far the alpha attitude. I really can't understand why he's so relevant. '

As I ranted at her without giving her a chance to breathe. I took a deep inhale and now it was her turn.

' Wow, you really hate his guts. No kidding. But what I wanted to say is that he's straight. As straight as anyone can be. And you should know that because... because... you know... '

OMG, SHE FIGURED IT OUT!! QUICK MAKE UP AN INCREDULOUS LIE TO MAKE HER BELIEVE THAT YOU'RE STRAIGHT!!

And I did. I don't remember what I told her but it did the trick. Still, the simple fact somebody figured this in 4 months of knowing me is giving me the chills. I need to hide better. I just... I'm not ready for this yet.

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