<Wyatt Knots POV>
Opening the front door Regan stood smiling, "Hey, let's go." He said ready to go to the store for Pocky.
"Umm, can we talk first?" I asked nervously.
"Oh sure, what about?" He asked, but this was a big discussion, "Can we talk inside? It's kinda important." I said.
"Alright?" He said smiling kinda curiously.
We went inside and passed my mom, she looked at us before going back to the TV. Quietly we went into my room and I sat at my desk.
"So what's up?" He asked sitting on the bed.
Taking a deep breath I started at my best friend, "I...I like boys." I said, looking at the floor.
"What?" He said, confused by my statement.
"I like boys Regan." I said looking up at him and he seemed to take a moment to register what I said.
"I don't understand." He said, still confused.
"I'm gay, Regan." I said clearly this time, wanting to get it over with.
"You like boys?" He asked, wanting more clarification.
"Yes Regan. I like boys, I'm...gay." I said hoping he got the idea now.
Once again he took a second to take in what I said, "Do you like me?" He asked suddenly looking at me, a bit oddly.
"Well...no and yes." I said not knowing how to explain it.
It started out as a crush in 8th grade but then it changed into something of a habit. A habit to keep going back to the game to get some kind of pleasure.
"What does that mean?" He asked, not understanding what I said.
"I had a crush on you, but it stopped a while back...mostly." I explained my foot scraping against the floor.
"Mostly, well what the hell does that mean?" He asked, starting to get angry at my answers.
"I kept playing the game because I liked kissing you!" I finally said and I was embarrassed about how I exploded.
"So what, do you like...get off on me?" He asked, slightly disgusted.
"No! I...don't. The game was nice to me, so I kept playing." I said trying to defend myself.
"Why are you telling me now?" Regan asked, looking kinda awkward.
"It felt like I was using you when I figured it out. So it finally piled up and I needed to tell you." I said, fidgeting with my fingers.
"I have to go." He said standing up and I felt a rock in my throat, "Wait Regan, please." I said, trying not to choke.
"I'll see you later Wyatt." He said leaving and I stayed in my room. Holding my mouth shut to keep in a cry I took deep breaths through my nose.
After a few minutes I got up and went to the living room where my mom was, "Wyatt?" She said looking at me.
"Oh sweetie, what happened?" She said sympathetically.
Going over to her I sat beside mom and leaned into her. I just started crying to her and she held me.
Mom let me cry it out until I was left with sniffling, "Do you wanna talk about it Wyatt?" Mom asked, stroking my head.
"Mom...how do you feel about the LGBT?" I asked quietly.
"I think it's a fantastic thing, I wish I knew what it was growing up." She said and I tried not to think into what she said.
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Pocky Game (Completed)
Teen FictionRegan and Wyatt have been friends for years. At first the game seemed fun, but it started to get more intense, still they played. It was just a game. Still, it was good for both of them until they stopped all together and had a fight about it. Jun...
