-Ryan, I'm sorry.

-You're not to blame for anything Sheila.

-Yes, I was the one who told you to talk to Mom.

-Sheila, you're not to blame for anything, neither you nor I knew that Mom would react that way.

-Sorry.

-Stop apologizing, you're not to blame for anything. Can we stop talking about it and do something else like watch a movie or whatever?

-Of course, what movie do you want to see?

-Can we see a horror movie?

-Ryan, you know I don't like horror movies.

-Please.

-Okay, but then we'll see a movie of my choice.

-Ok.

-But after all, what movie are we going to see?

-We can see "The nun".

-Okay, let me look.

~ Time lapse ~

After the movie ends.

-Ryan, brother, I like you a lot, but I'll never see a horror movie again in my life.

-Sheila, you only say that because you're afraid, this one wasn't so bad, think on the bright side that there are movies worse than this one.

-Right now you just informed me that there is worse than this?!

-Yeah, so stop making drama.

-I'm not doing drama

-You are, by any chance, have you noticed your condition?

-What about my condition?

-You're holding onto my arm and with your nails stuck in my arm and you're still going to tell me you're not afraid?

-About me poking my nails in your arm, sorry.

-It doesn't matter, but you can get them out of there, you know.

-I warn you that the next movie we see is me to choose.

-Okay, okay.

-Sheila, can you stay the night in my room? I don't want to be alone.

-Of course I can; I'm just going to change my clothes and go get my charger.

~Time break~

When Sheila returned to Ryan's room.

-Let's sleep, tomorrow we still have classes after all.

-Let's go.

-Good night bro.

-Good night sister.

~Time break~

The next morning Ryan was still kinda down after last night's conversation with his mom. Causing him to be quiet most of the time.

Pov Ian

(Ryan's not okay. I haven't seen him play basketball today. I'm going there to talk to him and see what happened.)

-Hey!

-Oh, hello Ian.

-Ryan is everything alright?

-Yes, why?

-Ryan don't lie to me please I'm worried about you.

-But I'm not lying, I'm really fine.

-Ryan, you are definitely not well, you didn't touch the basketball once, you didn't say anything the whole morning. So don't tell me you're fine, I want to help, but if you don't tell me what's going on, I can't do anything.

-Ok you're right I'm not fine, you caught me.

-Do you want to talk about it?

-I'll tell you what happened, but first I have to tell you something else.

-And what would that other thing be?

-Ian I'm gay.

-I'm glad you told me. Ryan, before you tell me the rest, I also have to tell you something.

-Ok.

-I'm gay too.

-I'm also happy for you to tell me, so back to the previous subject.

-Ah, yes sorry you can tell.

-I came out to my mother yesterday.

-From your face it didn't go very well.

-Badly, you mean. I almost got kicked out of the house, she even said that if i showed up at home with a guy to pack my bags and leave the house.

-My God. If you need, you can come to my house to spend some time. My mother is happy with that because for her what matters is love and happiness.