Chapter 4

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I stood by the large tree atop the hill I'd first met PB. I was dressed in nice clothes as this time, I'd gone home and changed instead of coming straight there in my torn up uniform. This was the only way me and PB could be together without anything going wrong. I just had to let Ava know that.

I sat against the large tree on the hill as the cold, Wednesday night breeze blew the leaves all over the place. I looked over in the direction of PB's house and saw Ava walking over in a long, white dress. She did look beautiful but I didn't like her that way. I felt like I had to, though. If anyone found out I was bisexual, my world would most likely end. My foster parents would make me be homeschooled, that way I wouldn't be doing anything sexual with guys. That would mean I wouldn't be able to see the few friends I had and PB. Sure, I could text them, but I wouldn't be able to talk about how I'd really feel. I'd get in trouble.

I smiled as she walked up the hill. "Hey," She said. "You ready?"

I nodded and grabbed her hand. We walked together to the movies. As we spoke on the way there, I felt a connection with her. I felt something similar to what I felt with PB. The conversation we had was simply amazing. She'd listen to every word I said, laugh at my jokes, and when she teased me, it didn't make me feel bad. Ava explained her and PB's relationship further. They weren't related, PB was adopted when they were younger.

"Oh," I said.

She chuckled and started swinging our hands back and forth. "Yeah," She smiled wide. "He doesn't usually like to talk about it. How's your home life? You don't really talk about your parents that much."

I thought about things for a second. 'Should I tell her?' I asked myself. 'How would she react?' I thought about it for a second longer before looking back down at Ava to see her face of confusion and curiosity. 'What if she found out I was only doing this to stop my parents from finding out I was bisexual?' I thought. 'That I was only doing this to be able to stay close to PB?' I gave her a small smile.

"Well, it's not that interesting," I told her, thinking of all the times I was hit and beat for doing something wrong. My parents would make it worse if they found out I'd told someone. "We're just an average family, I'm even having trouble thinking of something you'd want to know more about!" Lies. So many lies. It put a smile on her face, though. As long as she thought my family was alright, that we weren't dysfunctional, things would probably go alright.

"Alright, then, do you have any pets?" She asked.

I shook my head and we walked into the movie theater, looking over at the movies they were showing. "What do you wanna watch?" I asked, as forgetful as ever. She'd told me somewhere in the long talk we had on our way there.

"That one," She pointed at the poster for Bright Burn.

"You sure?" I asked. I've heard of this movie from my friends who've seen it. Some claim he's like an evil superman. Ava smiled and nodded her head. She seemed excited to watch the movie as she started jumping up and down, begging me to get the tickets for it. "Alright, alright." I looked at the poster for a second longer to see it was rated r. Luckily, I'd brought along a fake id just in case we needed to do something.

We walked up and bought the tickets. The person didn't look too far into my id so I got lucky she didn't see any of the small flaws it had.

We smiled as we walked in and choose our seats. Aside from jumping a few times, me and Ava didn't find the movie nearly as scary as we originally thought. It was really good, just not scary. The popcorn we'd also bought was nearly gone by the end of the movie.

I sighed as the end credits played and looked over to Ava. "Adrian," She said quietly, with her eyes barely open. "I'm tired."

"Do you want me to carry you so you can sleep in my arms?" Her face turned slightly red. Ava nodded and I carefully picked her up and watched as she slowly drifted off in my arms and slept the entire time I carried her home. Her hair was smooth and felt nice as it bounced and rubbed against my skin. For a moment, I thought I saw the exact same thing I saw in PB, but soon realized how different the feeling was.


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