(Elise)

“He hung up,” I say out loud to myself while staring out of my rooms window. Did he think I was joking? He couldn’t have. 

Okay I admit my timing was a little off, but I was excited to have someone I could talk to about this. I mean its not often your best friend is just as gay as you are. Of course I may be higher on the scale of gayness but still.

My phone begins ringing in the background of my thoughts.

“Yeah,” I say a with a little more force than I intended but to say I’m annoyed is an understatement. 

“I didn’t mean to hang up. I was shocked. You know I don’t handle things well.” Eli says.

“I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs 

“I know.

“Can you stop saying I know?” There’s a pause in which we spend time thinking about the conversation ahead.

“Are you mad?” Eli continues. 

“No, I just expected more from you that’s all.” I sigh.

“I love you Elise, you know that. But you also tend to jump back and fourth with you life decisions and well I’m gay and that’s not changing for me.”

This catches me off guard. Of course I go through my phases, but if anyone should understand that this isn’t just a phase it should be Eli. 

“It’s not a phase...How many boyfriends have I had?”

“None, but I mean I haven’t had any girlfriends either,” he reasons.

“Exactly. Women love you just as much as men love me but that doesn’t mean we love them back now does it?” I feel like this is becoming more of a lecture than me coming out.

“I guess not. I guess I just always thought you loved men just as much as they loved you.”

“I love attention not men,” I giggle. We break into a fit of laughter that is interrupted by my mother entering my room.

“I’ll talk to you at school tomorrow Eli, love ya,” I mumble to which he responds “Love ya too.”

When I look up my mother has the look of pure disgust on her face.