Summer Night

Summer Night
Note: This is a boyxboy story.

Ps, I have left In Case because it was too dark for me, and my shrink said I have to write happy stories... Sigh... I'm starting a new one and hopefully I will finish this.

HOMOPHOBES, OUT.

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Summer night.

That's when my feelings started to change. That's when I started questioning my sexuality.

Am I really straight?

Do I really like girls like I claim to?

T, P and A?

For some reason the T and P doesn't belong there at all. Just the T, and the D.

I don't feel aroused by women anymore, and it's all because of him.

I shook my head as I longingly stared at Owen Grey — my rival from school to sports, to girls, and all those stuff, but still the best of mates.

But nevermind for girls.

I definitely was feeling something for him, and I've accepted it, because I like the way I feel. It may be strange for some people for a man to love a man, but I was taught that love is equal... because my parents are both girls — and one of them is my real mother, and my father is just a sperm donor or whatever.

I sighed deeply as I grab a handful of sand on my palm, and just let it fall. I was just sitting on my own as I watched Owen with the rest of our group around the bonfire.

This is probably the worst realization of my life.

But I wonder... can I bring out the gay out of Owen?

My thoughts broke away as his whole hearted laughter engulfed my ears. He looked so blissful, and what if I confess, he's going to hate me? Sure he supports the LGBT community, but he always stood in the straight section.

Would my confession put a strain on our relationship?

I don't want to lose my best friend.

I sighed deeply, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw Owen stand up and walking towards to me.

I smirked. "What's up?" I called out.

"You've been gone for long, didn't know you were here," he said taking a seat beside me.

I turned to him and smiled, looking into his sparkling brown almond eyes. "You know me and beaches."

"Sorry if I brought the group here."

"It's alright. The beach is too big, so I can find peace anywhere."

"Cool," he said silently, staring at me. "Anyway, what's wrong with you, Cole?"

"Nothing," I answered, my eyes widening. Do I look like I have any problems?

"Seriously." He glared softly at me.

"I'm good, man. Nothing's wrong."

"I know you. You have this look on your face..."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're making things up."

"You're in love, aren't you?"

I stared at him shocked, but then I laugh it all out, covering up the truth.

"I'm not." I lied, smiling sadly at him.

"Then what?" I could tell from his voice that he was already irritated as fuck.

"I'm gay," I told him straight-forwardly, my eyes not wavering. I was sure I was gay, it just took some whole lot of realization to admit it.

But there was still a part in my mind that screamed, "Oh shit."