I would be the first to admit it does take much to upset me. I can get emotional when nervous, or embarrassed. I don't like being singled in front of the whole class. But that doesn't make me gay, just a wimp.
Eddie was my best friend in high school. A total stud crushed and broken by a slutty cheerleader our senior year. After eighteen months of a promise ring and weekly church services. She had another guys baby behind everyone's back. Her church and family are freaking as is Eddie's parents. He stopped going to church completely, and hasn't dated a girl since.
What makes us best friends is that we listen. We have been there for each other as a sounding board at every major life event. We talked about it before and after. We had history and looked out for each other. We start college as roommates.
We were also known to hug. When I get upset and go on a rant. Eddie comes up and just gives me a hug. He will hang on for a moment. I automatically calm down. I swear sometimes my parents told him to do that when I get that way. They would do the same thing. With Eddie it's kind of gay, but it also works so I am not complaining. My security blanket.
It was Friday and the TA in my English Class tells me I got the assignment wrong. The Essay I wrote was from the wrong Chapter and that's not due until next week. I have to by this Monday morning to turn for a do over for this weeks chapter.
I swear he's gay, out of the closet and hates me. He seems to think I'm gay too or should be. He embarrasses me in front of the whole class by saying. Sorry if I ruin your weekend, but please don't start crying over it girlfriend. Then in front of the whole class he apologizes. I'm sorry that was wrong I did not mean to hurt your feelings.
I texted Eddie and asked him to meet me at the student union. I wanted to file a complaint about the whole girlfriend comment. He says he will be there. I suppose I made things worse by leave class five minutes early. The TA yelled good bye. People laughed.
Eddie was there when I arrived and all I knew was I needed a hug. I was seconds away from exploding or bursting into tears. I just plopped down on the couch next to him. I put my head on his shoulder threw my leg over his, and looked into his eyes and kind of saw my reflection as he looked back at me.
There I was being needy, and there he was holding me. Out in public surrounded by people. We were cuddling on one end of a couch. His hand on my leg as I start to think what it was that I was so upset was over. Except instantly I was in my happy place, my comfort zone. Almost in his lap with his arms around me. All I can think to say was.
Me - I love you so much I want to do gay stuff with you.
Eddie leans in and we kiss for the first time ever. We separate and he says great idea, and it's about time. Was I really that clueless? On the walk back our room to do gay stuff. Eddie gets honest, and says he can't trust females or religious people, and even questions his parents issues. He then says I am the only one he can trust. He claims to have a fragile heart, and begs me not to reject him... ever. If he is coming out of the closet to be gay with me he wants a forever commitment.
Gay Stuff in Public - Story Time Blog
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