Plot Twist

Chapter 12

I'm not sure how I feel about this.

"You don't have to worry - I have no intentions of that," I replied, "You don't have to tell me anything at all if you don't want to. But, before you do anything or start jumping to conclusions about my opinion on this, I'd like to say something, okay? Look, I did not expect to see that in there at all. However, it doesn't change my opinion or view of you either. Who you want to be with? I don't really care, nor do I have any place in your love life. As long as that person makes you happy and isn't a total asshole, I'm pretty chill with whoever you want to pursue a relationship with - male or female. Oh, and as long as they like cats too - that's the most important thing. I just needed to say that before you started to jump to conclusions about my stance on your sexuality."

Not only was I totally nailing this speech, but that was also my honest opinion on the controversial topic.

A close friend of mine from my real life had been a lesbian who was very open and comfortable with herself. Being around her had not only influenced me to become more comfortable with who I was as a person, but had also given me a better understanding of homosexuality. She'd made me understand that being a homosexual wasn't just about someone's preferences in the bedroom, but also the preference of being in a healthy, monogamous relationship too.

Still, this is a total plot twist.

Everyone knows poorly written Wattpad Werewolf novels don't have gay or bisexual characters - there simply isn't enough time for bringing up controversial topics - not when we have to read half a chapter about the main character's outfit of the day.

Jackson looked at me, an incredulous expression on his face, "Oh, really? Don't get me wrong, Cal, that was a nice little speech and I appreciate the support, but I highly doubt you think of me exactly the same as you did before you saw me make out with Justin."

Justin?

Hm, do I sense some tension here?

Nah, I think my brain might be a little delusional after all this werewolf angst.

"Well, of course things are a little different now," I replied, fiddling with a stray thread on my shirt, "But not really. You're still my fak - I mean, brother. You're still way too grumpy. I mean, unless this was all a development made in the past couple days, what's really changed? Being into guys won't make you less grumpy, you'll still be my brother - the only difference is that when we watch the Vampire Diaries together in the near future, you'll probably think Ian Somerhalder is as hot as I do. Well, you probably were thinking that, but now you can say it out loud."

"Well, I'm glad you're supportive of this. And this isn't a recent development - I've been feeling this way for about three years," Jackson said softly, before glaring at me, "And, Cal? There is no way in hell I'm ever watching the Vampire Diaries with you or gossiping about how hot celebrities are, either."

Damn it, I guess that means we can't gossip over Harry Styles either. Speaking of which, if Harry's even a celebrity in this, er, dimension, why do I have posters of him all over my fictional bedroom?

Someone call me Sherlock Holmes - I'm on the case of the 'Poster Paradox'.

Nah, actually probably not. I'm so tired with all this drama, I'm probably just going to go home and watch Netflix or something.

"Ugh, fine," I sighed, "And to think you were on your way to becoming my favorite sibling too - shame on you! Also, hey, I have a question about all this. Are you dating the guy I found you making out with? What was his name? Justin, right?"