Fanboy

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Packing and EW!
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I've organized all of my stuff, except my clothes. It's mostly all packed away in boxes.

The only things that aren't packed in boxes are my clothes, my laptop, and it's all mostly stuff that I won't pack into boxes. I also haven't packed away my guitar or keyboard. I will pack those away right before I leave, I like using them.

I look around my room and sigh. It is practically empty and it makes me kinda sad. I have had so many memories in this room. I am finally leaving and it sorta breaks my heart. I think back and laugh, when we were all just kids, my brothers and I, we would play in my room because it is the biggest. We would play hide and seek. We built a tree house. We had a ton of water ballon fights.

Then I found out. I secluded myself, away from my family. I wanted to forget. I wanted to pretended that it wasn't true.

I need to tell my family soon, if I don't tell them now I never will. Then I will find the person I want to marry and they will be shocked that it's not a girl.

I will tell them on New Years Eve. Definitely.

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I have secured that Steele, Amy, my parents, and Tyde will be here. I just have to make sure Sage will be here. This sure will be a task.

"Hey, uh, Sage?" I knock on her door.

"Hold on!" She yells from inside. I hear a string of curses then a crash, then she opens the door and she is blushing and breathless. If I didn't know any better I would assume she just had sex, or was on that way.

Ew.

"Can I talk to you?" I ask. She looks around her room nervously.

"I guess." She says unsurely. She walks back in and gestures to her desk chair.

"Uh, well I need a favor from you." I look down at the floor.

"What?" She narrows her eyes at me as I look back up.

"I need you to be here on New Years Eve." She sighs at me.

"Why?" She whines.

"Because I have something I need to tell everyone."

"Fine." She huffs. I am concerned as to why she isn't pressing for information, then she glances at her closet door. The dots connect and I roll my eyes.

I stalk over to the closet door. I stop as I get to it, I put my hand on the handle and turn to Sage.

"Really? Seriously Sage?" I open the closet door, the stands a guy in boxers. He has a major hard on and he pales.

"Shit." I hear Sage mutter.

"God, Dad would kill you." I chuckle sarcastically.

"Please don't tell anyone." She begs.

"Whatever." I try to look as casual as possible, trying hard not to think about the fact that there is an attractive, hard, male right in front of me. Then I walk out of the room.

This is going to be harder than I thought.

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You can do this. It's not a problem. They won't care.

Holy shit, I am so nervous. I don't think I have ever been more nervous in my entire life. What if they don't like me anymore. What if they don't love me anymore? What if? What if?

These what if's are the things that have been stopping so far. I can't let them now. I have to push forward.

I just need a little shove.

My phone dings, it's a notification from Youtube. Tyler uploaded a new video. It's called "Trust Me, Trust You" I open it and the video loads.

Tyler: (cheery, as per usual) "Hello, everyone! My name is Tyler Oakley and today we are going to be talking about some thing serious. This is for all of the LGBT community out there. My bisexuals, my gays, my transgenders, all of you fuckers. I love all of you, and I know it's hard being you sometimes. (He pauses, hesitant) Especially when it comes to telling other people. Other people can be real shits sometimes, ya' know? That's why I wanted to make this video. If you want to come out, do it? What's stopping you? (he begins to be passionate) Someone who doesn't believe what you are is right? Who cares what they think? A community that doesn't believe is equal rights? Who cares? That little nagging voice in the back of your mind saying, "No, don't do it, don't do it, you aren't good enough.", that? Kick it in the balls. As I always say; You do you and I'll do me! Be yourself, come out! It's a great feeling not to have that riding on your shoulders all the time. Trust me. You guys are all fabulous, and I believe in you. You do you! You be you! I know it was short, but I will see you next week. Bye!" His end screen plays and I am shell shocked.

I wanted a push and there it is.

Well shit.