Suddenly the door busted open, causing me to fall off the couch.
"Jordy, baby! Mommy and daddy are home again!!" came the voice of my mother from the foyer.
I looked up and saw her and my father standing there with the look of confusion on their faces.
"What are you doing on the floor, sweetie?" she asked.
"Uh, well you scared me, causing me to jump, which caused me to fall off the couch," I explained.
My mother laughed and walked over to me, and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh, and who might this be? I didnt' know you made a new friend," really? Did she really not remember what Zander looks like?
"Mom, it's Zander, Zander Mcneil. He's come back," I told her.
She looked as though she had to think really hard.
"OH!! I remember him. You two were the best of friends a long time ago. Like two peas in a pod," my father said.
I smiled. "Yes father, we were," I said nodding.
"How have you been, Zander? How is your mother?" Zander's father died when he was ten. He was in a car accident.
He smiled at her. "I'm great now that I'm back home. My mother's doing great. She remarried actually," He didn't look like he liked that fact.
"Well, good for her. Does he make her happy?"
"I guess so. She didn't start dating him till after I had moved out, so I don't really know him," he told her.
"Oh, that sure is a shame. Well, Tod and I are heading to bed. You boys have a great day," My mother grabbed my father's hand and pulled him up the stairs. Sometimes I wonder what they do up their, then others, I'm glad I don't know.
I shuddered at the thought.
I looked down at the floor, not wanting to meet Zander's eyes. I was to scared. He was about to kiss me and I knew it, and if it weren't for my parents coming home, then he would've. But why? I didn't even know he was gay.... or is he? I'm confused.
"Jodan?" he finally spoke.
I cleared my throat, scared of how it'd sound if I didn't. "Yea?"
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yea, why wouldn't I be?" I asked him.
"Well, you're really quiet, and I'm sure you have questions," he said.
I sighed and turned towards him. "How long?" I asked.
"What? How long have I been gay? Well, I'm not actually. I'm bi, but I prefer guys. So I guess you could say it's a first come first serve kind of thing," He chuckled.
"Oh.." was all I said.
"How long have you been gay?"
"About six years," I told him.
"You knew you were gay before I left and you didnt' tell me?" he asked, his voice raising slightly.
"I'm sorry, I didnt' know how you'd react. I was scared."
He smiled and cupped my cheek. "My dear friend, I knew I was bi long before you knew you were gay," he told me.
My mouth dropped. "So your telling me that you knew you were bi all this time and you never told me?" I asked in the same tone he did before.
"Well, you were far to young at the time, or at least I thought you were."