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It's a long one babies, strap in, grab a snack, and enjoy!

TW: Panic Attack

The next few weeks were pure bliss.  With Kio, I felt as if I was on top of the world.  It sounds silly, and like the cheesiest thing to say. but it couldn't be more true.  

Not much has happened, we still went on our coffee dates at lunch and went over to Mae's Friday afterschool, more like I would drop Maeve and Hanna off and Kio and I would go out somewhere.  

We'd been a few places since the strip mall trip. 

 We went to the gardens off 73rd street, and numerous coffee shops to get our teen fix of caffeinated deliciousness.    Or as Kio calls it, "pure fuel."  Pretty sure he stole that from Stranger Things where they were originally talking about spiked punch, I smile at it though.

Kio ended up buying the dress, he told me on the way home that he wears dresses to feel powerful, like he's completely fearless in a skater dress.

His confidence blew my mind.  How he was so comfortable in himself, proud of who he was.  Whereas when a Britney Spears song came on, I nearly shit myself, thinking that I so much as tap my foot on the floor to the beat, I'd be forcefully ripped out of the closet by a cocky football jock.  It was an understatement to say I envied him, just a little.

There wasn't a full confirmation that he was gay, but the clear vision of him agreeing to take a number to some guy at the gardens, I got a vibe.  At first, of course I was jealous, until he crumpled it up and threw it in the nearest trash can.

Today I was to hang out with Maeve at my house, thank God.  I got dressed into black sweatpants and a plain white tee shirt.  Upon hearing a knock at the door, Poncho went insane and started barking in response.  I scooped him up, he definitely wasn't a puppy, or a good size dog to be held, but I picked him up to see Maeve smiling brightly.

"What's up,"  I smiled politely.  

"Hey Vin, hey Poncho."  Mae laughed scratching behind Poncho's ear.  I put him down and we head upstairs to watch a show or play a video game.  She was awful and COD, but we still played and I'd always have a ball while she pouted in the corner, claiming I somehow cheated.  

"What do you want to do?" I asked plopping in my black and white gaming chair.  

She shrugged, leaving her nose buried in her shoulder while looking up at me.  She wore a cream colored cable knit crop top sweater and black skinny jeans.  Typical Mae outfit.  

"Um," I began spinning and leaning back in the chair, "We co-"

I stop as she sits on my knee, I'm confused of course, but just assume she's being clingy.  She's always been the clingy type.

"We could go to breakfast?  I just got paid yesterday."  I offer, completely running to the last option.  She looked up at me,

"Yeah, let's go.  I'll drive."  She started smiling and got off my lap.  I was silently relieved as I wasn't in the mood to drive. 

 Though I also kind of dreaded it, as Mae was a choppy driver.

We're heading to the place and I pull the aux first, putting on Frank Ocean's, Forrest Gump.  I was slightly hinting, obviously, Mae didn't catch on.  Frank Ocean, gay.  Me, a nervous wreck to tell my conservative best friend that I'm gay.

I guess somewhat of a similarity, right?

Wasn't it easy to say two words? Two words and everything changes.  I've said it one other time, to one other person.  In truth, I hadn't really looked at myself in the mirror and labeled it.  I hate this.  Why is straight the default?  Everyone should be put through the torturous dread of telling the world who you you love. 

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