camp cherry | hs

twenty one

yes i am posting this photo again

no i'm not over it

i will never be over it

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warning: homophobic language

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HANA

"Harry, baby, I'm so proud of you for telling me. Thank you for trusting me."

His face crinkles at my reaction, "like, I've had sex with guys," he pushes as if he thought that would change anything.

"I don't like the idea of you having sex with anyone, to be honest, but it's no worse just because they're guys."

"You're not like, repulsed by that?"

"Why would I be? And my best friend is gay, Harry," I chuckle, Harry still staring at me as if I may implode.

"Yeah, but some girls are fine with gay people but if they find out a guy they're with has been with guys, then they're not, I thought... you do understand, right? I've sucked dick—"

"I'm more than aware, Harry, figured you would've," I interrupt.

"What do you mean?"

"You deepthroated an ice pop with absolutely no problem. And liking guys kinda comes with giving blowjobs," I say blankly.

"Right, I was just making sure you knew," he still doesn't look convinced, continuing to inform me of what he's done, "like I've fucked boys, other boys, and boys have fucked me.  A lot. And you're okay with that?"

"Yes, of course I am," I reply, wondering why he's trying to make any of this seem like a negative thing.

"You're so fucking perfect. You know that?"

"Accepting you for who you are isn't being perfect, Harry, it's being a decent human being."

"Still perfect," his words are slurred again, reminding me of his drunken state, which is what forces me to push him off me when he surges forward to kiss me.

"No, Harry, you're drunk."

"So? I want you. Let me make you feel good, Cherry."

"No," I repeat firmly. He frowns, his eyes sealing as he immediately halts at that word, my brain thankful that he's respectful, so respectful that he understands consent even when he's drunk, which is something most guys can't seem to do sober, "you're drunk. I can't let you do this without your proper consent, I'm sorry, Harry."

"Why the fuck did I get drunk?" the rejection seems to sober him slightly, his eyes still hazy, "I'm sorry, Cherry, didn't mean to push you when you said no the first time," he frowns again, apologising again, at least five times before I kiss him softly as I leave. Harry seems reluctant, although he nods and allows me to return back to my cabin. I don't fall asleep until well after 2AM, my mind running with so many thoughts I barely even know what I'm thinking and when.