I watch Michael walk inside his house. I drive home and sit in my car for a few minutes when I get home, my thoughts consumed by this morning’s events. My brain replays everything that happened with Michael this morning in my bed. I enjoyed it so much. I’m positive I’ve fallen for Michael. I let out a sigh and smile. It feels weird, dating him, but it feels right. I get out of my car and lock it. I walk inside my house and stop as soon as I enter.

My ex-girlfriend, Lydia, is sitting on the couch, talking with my mom. I shut the front door and take a deep breath. “I’m home,” I say.

My mom turns around and smiles. “Awesome! Lydia said she wanted to talk to you about something,” my mom says.

I nod. Lydia gets off of the couch and we go to my bedroom. I look at Lydia. “What do you want to talk about?” I ask gingerly.

“I’m sorry for cheating on you. I realized that what I did was wrong and I want to ask if you want to date me again. So, will you date me again?” She asks.

I choose my words carefully. “Lydia, what you did was wrong. I don’t want to date you again,” I say.

“I know, but why not?” She asks.

I hesitate before speaking. “I… I got asked on a date recently and… I said yes,” I reply.

Lydia nods. “Good for you. What does she look like?” She asks.

I frown. I choose my words very carefully. I don’t want to accidentally out myself to Lydia. “They have tan skin. Their face is angular. Blue gray eyes you could get lost in. Dark auburn hair. They’re so… beautiful,” I reply.

Lydia thinks for a moment. She asks if they go to our school and I nod. She starts guessing girls who have dark auburn hair, tan skin, an angular face, and blue or gray eyes. After she asks the last girl in our school that matches that description, she says something to me. “You’re lying to me!” She says.

I shake my head. I debate if I should tell her it’s a he or not. “Lydia, can you keep this a secret? I don’t want people to know we’re dating,” I ask. Lydia nods. “Well… um… uh… it’s a… he,” I mumble.

Lydia looks at me in surprise. “You’re gay?” She asks.

“Uh, I don’t think so. I’m still figuring that out. I was attracted to you, but I’m also attracted to him. I think I’m bisexual or pansexual,” I say.

Lydia nods. “I’ll keep it a secret,” she says.

I nod and thank her. She leaves and my mom comes up to my room. “What did you talk about?” My mom asks.

“She wanted to date me again and I declined. Can I have some alone time, please?” I say.

My mom nods and leaves my bedroom. I lay on my bed and remember Michael’s warmth from the night before. I grab one of my pillows and wrap my arms around it, holding it close to my chest. I miss Michael. His scent, feel, warmth, comfort. I miss all of him. I realize I’m crying when my phone starts ringing. I look at my phone. Michael is video calling me. I wipe away my tears and answer. He is smiling, but his smile fades to concern when he sees my red and puffy eyes.

“Who do I need to beat up?” Michael asks, half joking.

“Nobody. I just… miss you,” I reply, smiling. “You probably think I’m pathetic for missing you when it hasn't even been an hour since I dropped you off,” I add.

Michael shakes his head. “You're not pathetic. I will never think of you badly,” Michael says, a little forceful.

“Mikey, are you okay?” I ask.

“I can't go over to my best friend's house right now and I needed to get away from my house. Don't get mad, so I started running towards your house. Um, I’m a block away,” Michael says.

My eyes widen. “Okay. Um, I’m not mad. Thank you for telling me. Um, I don’t think my parents are going to be very happy about the fact you’re coming back to my house, so I’m going to have to sneak you in through my window, okay?” I say. Michael nods.