I give Alex a hug as we walk the opposing blocks to our houses. I take out my notebook and take a break on the bench by the park.
- James' Letter and poem:
"I think I'm in love with you, Alex but I don't know how to tell you, so I wrote you a poem..."
"Roses are red, violets are blue I think I might be gay for you, please don't be mad I hope this doesn't change our beautiful friendship.
Roses are red Violets ar blue, I think I'm in love with you, can I have your heart in exchange for mine...
Fuck. That's not good enough.... What if he's straight... and doesn't support??
What if he doesn't like me the way I like him?
How will I find know if I can't even get this goddam letter right...
I wish I could tell him....
But I can't.
Maybe I'll just avoid him... Nahh he's my best friend I can't do that to him.
Maybe I can't trust anyone to tell him. What should I do....
I call my mom.
"Hey mom....?"
"What's up kiddo?" She answers.
"I... I think I'm gay for my best friend and I -"
"Oh my goodness!! I knew it!! I know sweetie... Mom picks up on the little things ya know"
"Yes ... well .... What should I do? His parents definitely won't support him... But ..."
"Then invite him for dinner..." She begs.
"Yes, Mom!! Great idea ... Maybe then I can tell him...?"
"I hope he doesn't run away.." She giggles.
"Mo-om!"
"Well, I gotta get back to work, see ya when I get home! Love ya kiddo!"
She hangs up.
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The Art of Being Gay
Short StoryAlex and James have been best friends forever, but Alex can't decide if he's gay and should tell his parents and James can't stop writing sexy fanfics about Alex, how long will this behavior continue before Alex tells his parents and James tells Ale...
