Queer bent bastard

Jason and I had just spent the better part of the afternoon skateboarding all over town. Now, reasonably exhausted, we were lounging around on my back deck, drinking Cokes and munching on some brownies my mom had just finished making. It was a typical Sunday afternoon. For the last six years, Jason and I had spent nearly every free minute together, skateboarding, playing one-on-one, driving my mom or his mom nuts, and just doing whatever. There was nothing we didn’t know about each other…well, almost nothing. This was the day I had decided it was time to change that. After years of lying and hiding who I was, this would be the day I told my best friend my only secret.

“Hey Jas,” I said quietly.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“How long we been buds?” I questioned.

“Like forever, man,” he replied, followed by the question, “Why?”

“I dunno,” I responded.

“Yeah you do,” he said. “What’s goin’ on? You’ve been kinda quiet for a few days now. Somethin’ I should know about? I’m here for you man, you know that.”

“I know, man,” I said.