Iridescent ❀ p.jm

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I couldn't help but let out a small giggle, he is really panicking. I don't know why I find that cute.

He frowned, but I gave him a small smile, "Are you gay?" I reluctantly asked.

His grip tightened, "What makes you say that?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, a straight guy wouldn't actually enjoy watching gay porn, not that I meant that all straight guys are homophobic, it is just my own perspective about that. And I wouldn't actually like to call it 'phobia' because it would mean like people are scared of homos when they are just close and shallow minded..." I blab.

A small smile appeared in his face, "I'm not gay, I'm heteroflexible."

(Heteroflexible/heteroflexibity= describes heterosexuals who have an interest with having a sexual activity or intercourse with someone with the same sex. They are primarily attracted with opposite sex, but can derive pleasure with the same sex.)

I tilted my head as I stared at him in utter amusement. "I'm guessing you're still undergoing through the 'Five stages of acceptance', and you're still on denial." I pondered.

He quietly lets go of my arm, "Fine, I don't expect you to understand..." He looked down.

I stared at him. 

"What are you waiting for? Go on and tell everyone." He paused, looking up and giving me a cold stare. "Tell everyone that I'm gay."

I gave him a 'wtf' look and turn around to see if he was still talking to me. And he is, I'm the only person here with him, I'm so dumb.

"And why would I do that?" I commented. 

His stare softens.

"If it is your secret, then I have nothing to do with it. And I don't enjoy watching people in a complete misery because of something stupid that I did." I spoke quietly.

He was silent, his gaze was still fixed on mine.

"And there's nothing wrong with being gay. Count me as one of the people who accepted you for being true to yourself." I patted his shoulder and turn to walk out of the room.

I stopped when I heard him spoke.

"You were the first one."

I turn to face him.

"What did you say?" I quietly asked.

"You are the first one to know that I'm gay, thank you for accepting me." He murmured. He made his way to me and hugged me.

I can feel him crying, so I rubbed his back soothingly.

"Thank you." He whispered.

He lets go of the embrace and stared at my face. "What happened to your face?"

And at that moment, a friendship was blossomed.