"Jordan, I don't think you like girls", Tate said. "What! Dude! I so like girls", I argued. "No, I think you like guys", Tate said. "And why do you think that?", I asked. "Well, when ever there is a girl, you act like they aren't even there or they are just a friend. When Matt's gay ass drags us to a gay club you talk to every dude their or just stare at the hot ones", Tate replied. "No I don't!", I yelled. "Yes you do", Tate calmly stated. I frowned. "No I don't", I mummbled. "Jordan, don't fight it. You're gay. Besides, what's their to be afraid of? Matt is gay and he's still in the group", Tate said. "There is a lot to worry about", I countered. "So you are gay!", Tate smiled. "I didn't say that!", I yelled. Tate chuckled. "What is there to worry about?", he asked changing the subject. "Well, liking someone. You can't go up to a dude and say 'hey your hot. and I really like you. date me?' without them being freaked out", I replied. Tate laughed. "You're weird", Tate said. "No you're weird", I said. "Says the gay trying to hide", Tate replied. "I'm not gay!", I whinned. "Oh yeah? So you wouldn't mind if I did this?", Tate asked. He put his arm around my shoulders. "Guys do this all the time to their friends", I said. "Ok what about this?" Tate removed his arm from my shoulders and put his arm around my waist. "W-what are you doing?", I asked. I could see from my mirror on the opposite wall my cheeks where a bright pink. "See. And now you are blushing. I'm pretty sure you're gay", Tate said. "You can't determine that with a simple arm around the waist! Besides, I just was caught off guard", I said. Tate laughed. "Ok then fine. What about this?", Tate asked. He leaned in close. I gulped, my turning a darker shade of pink but didn't move. Why didn't I move? Probably too shocked to move. Tate leaned in closer, our forheads touching. "You're actually really cute", Tate said. "Dude, don't just say that", I mummbled. Tate chuckled. He leaned in, closing the gap between us, his lips on mine. My face turned red. I closed my eyes and soon melted into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around Tate's neck as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. We broke the kiss and tried to catch our breath. "Sweet", Tate said. My face, if it could, went a deep shade of red. I hid my face in Tate's neck. "I hate you", I said. "No you don't", Tate replied. "Shut up", I said. Tate laughed. We sat there hugging on my bedroom floor, for what seemed like forever. But I didn't mind at all
