Hey! This is a story I wrote first in French (because I'm French), but thanks to someone (Reyna15) I've decided to translate it.

Thanks Reyna for your comments!

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Tired... Tired of having no one to talk to, tired of not being able to tell anyone, tired of exist in hiding myself. Just tired of exist.

Since few months, I'm in love, but not of anybody, I'm in love with a girl.

This is the first time I'm in love, and it has to be of a girl. Why?

Of course, I don't hate gays. My uncles are gays, but it's not the same when you know gays, and when you're gay.

I'm afraid. Afraid of my family's reaction, because I know exactly how they gonna react.

My dad would be surprised, upset, shocked, he would cry, scream, leave for a couple of hours to come back and apologize.

My mom wouldn't say anything, she would remain mute, would sit on the couch, don't move until my dad come, and they would go into their room to talk. Then she would tell me that she's happy for me.

My sister really happy that I'm in love, but really disappointed because she could never teach me how to flirt with boys, as she has always wanted.

My brother would react well. He wouldn't care if I'm with a girl or a boy. He would just be happy for me I guess.

My grand-father would probably be the most skeptical. He still doesn't make the idea that his own son is gay, so his grand-daughter...

Gloria would be happy, and tell me she's really glad, she wants to meet her soon, etc... all in Spanish.

Manny would write a poem about gay love, then give it to me so I give it "to my sweetheart".

Lily... Lily would say that she's also gay, that I stole her idea and she would go sulk in her bedroom.

Cam would scream in all the house that is great, he would tell me that he's proud of me, and that being gay is the best thing that can happened in the life. He would be totally hysterical, he would jump everywhere.

And finally Mitchell... Mitchell would probably be the person to whom I could speak. He would listen to me, he would be careful.

I think I need to go talk to him, ask him what to do. Maybe he will not help me, but maybe he will.

I have to try. It's decided, I'll talk to him