Realising

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Jakes POV.

I was unpacking my things into our new house that we now call 'trap house 2.0'. Colby was packing in boxes and putting them In his room. "Hey Jake!" He yells for me.
"Yea?" I call back.
"I need a little help." He calls back and I go run over to him to help.
I help him carry the last of the boxes in with the help of Corey and Sam. I stopped in my tracks going into a deep thought and I get tackled down by someone.
"What the fuck dude?" I groan and notice it's Colby.
"What ya thinking about?" He asked in a childish tone.
"Dick." I replied unpleased and got away from him.
I head to the back yard and sat by the fire pit to get back into my previous thoughts.
"Shit I'm gay." I whispered to myself "may as well tell the guys."
I get up to go inside and sit on the couch Colby and Corey set up so we have somewhere to sleep tonight. "Hey guys can I tell you something?" I say with a sigh.
"Yea anything." Sam said and the other two nodded.
I took in a deep breath "I'm gay."
Sam came up to me and hugged me tightly "I'm proud of you Jake." He says with a huge smile.
"I'm gay too." is all we hear and we turn around to see Colby raising his hand.
"Well I'm glad you both have the balls to actually trust us with this information." Corey said with a huge smile.
I was in shock for the most part because Colby? Being gay?  I mean what the fuck. So I run outside Sam place by the fire pit and just go back into my thoughts.
~* 2 hours later*~
My thoughts were still going, they ended up to Colby but I wasn't worried about it. I snap out of my thoughts and then grab my phone to check the time.
"10:39 pm." I sighed out getting up to go back into the new house I called home.
As soon as I walked in the smell of booze filled the air.
"Colby what the fuck dude we just moved in!" I hear Corey yell.
"There's nothing wrong with a first day at the new house party." I yell at Corey and he just laughs.
I go find colby, he's in his room sitting on the mattress on the floor with a bottle of Jack Daniels.
"Hey Colbs, can I join ya?" I ask quietly.
He nods and hands me the bottle of whiskey and a take a sip.
We sit there for hours talking about it futures, forgetting the word even existed.

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