He’s in my bed, in his pajamas, playing some dumb hand-held video game. I can hear the sounds of the shooting and the screaming of the zombies from the bathroom, as I was my teeth and brush my face. I can’t think. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Kevin,” I say as I walk in the room.
“Yeah, Nick?” he says, not looking up from his game.
“I lied to you.”
“What?” He was looking into my eyes now.
I hesitated. “When I said I didn’t like you.”
He was silent for a while. “Oh,” he muttered.
“I…I can understand if you don’t want to stay the night any more. I know…I know you’re not gay.”
He took a minute to respond. “Naw, it’s fine.”
I started crying. I couldn’t help it. It hurt so much knowing that we could never be together. “I’m sorry,” I muttered. “I’m sorry I lied.” I sobbed.
He pulled me onto the bed and wrapped his arms around me. Then he kissed my cheek. “Nick, you’re my best friend. I want you to be happy.” He smiled at me. I smiled back. “If you’ll be happy with me, then I guess I can be gay for you.”