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I'm at home

I'm alright

What have I done? I've been praying for him to text back and then he gives me an answer like this. He's never this straight forward when texting or blunt. He's not alright!

I paced around my room, trying to sort out my feelings. Everything Piper said was true. I've never felt this way towards anyone but Percy before. I had never liked a girl before. I cared about Percy more than I cared about anyone.

Is this what liking someone feels like? Does it destroy your brain and swells your heart? I ran my fingers through my hair again. I'll come by his house tomorrow. I miss him.


"Oh, hey sweetie," Sally greeted me as I entered. "Percy's upstairs."

"Oh, uh, thank you Ms. Ja-"

"Sally." She corrected.

"Right. Sally." I repeated.

"And do me a favor and bring some food up for Percy. He wouldn't come down for breakfast." I took the plate. "Some boy he was crushing on must've broke his heart." She muttered, loud enough for me to catch. "Kids,"

She smiled at me but there was a knowing glint in her eye. I turned and thundered up the stairs.



Knock knock

"Please open the door."

There was some rustling and pounding.

"You okay in there?"



Finally, the door swung open. Percy's hair looked like a bird nest and he didn't have a shirt on. Underneath all of his old scar was a toned torso and arms shaped specially by God himsel-

"Whadya wan'?" He said groggily as if he had just woken from a nap. (He probably had) I found it oddly cute.

"Can I come in?" I asked.

He glanced around. "Sure," He quickly tried to flatten his hair.

I put the plate of food down on his desk as he put a shirt on. I ordered him to eat, which he did. We didn't speak until he had eaten everything.

There was awkward silence.

My eyes wanted to wander everywhere but at him. I wasn't sure of what to say but I had to say something. Anything.

"Why didn't you answer any of my texts?"

He laid on his bed facing the ceiling. He shrugged his shoulders. I sighed.

"One day, Jason, you'll find yourself a beautiful girl to marry." My father told me when I was little. I stared at the fairy tale book. "Your very own princess."

"But I'm not a prince."

He laughed heartily. "You are if you believe so."

I scrunched up my nose at the picture if the princess on the page. "Girls are icky. Boys are better."


"Yeah! The girls in my class are mean and weird! I like the boys better."

"That's what you think now because you are young, but when you get older, you'll find girls more interesting." He tucked me in my bed.

Girls. I believed him. I seriously thought that something in my head would change so I would like girls. It hadn't happened yet. In fact, I've gone the opposite direction.

Percy. Percy, Percy, Percy. What have you done to me?

"Do you hate me Jason?" Percy asked. His voice was like broken glass.

"No! I- I-"

"I'm a faggot, Jason. I- I'm a-"

"Percy!" I exclaimed. "Don't say that about yourself- there's nothing wrong with you!"

"I'm so glad you decided to be my friend. Out of all the people, you chose the- the strange boy with the mysterious wounds,"


"It's okay if you hate me, I had no right to kiss you,"

"I don't hate you,"


"I- I love you," I said, without thinking.

"You w-what?"

I kissed him. I've kissed girls in the past, mostly as dares or spin-the-bottles, but it was nothing like this.

I loved him,

My parents are gonna hate me after this,

But that wasn't my problem right now.

They don't have to know.



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