"Phil, I'm in love with you," I said, locking eyes with my reflection. "No, that won't work…" I mumbled, looking down and back up again. "Phil, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long—no, that won't work either." I was starting to get antsy. Tonight was the night I planned on telling my roommate, and best friend, Phil, that I was in love with him. I had been living with these feelings hidden inside of me for too long, too afraid of what he'd think if I told him. I mean, I knew Phil was bisexual, so he wouldn't judge me if I told him I was gay, but telling him I was in love with him? What if he kicked me out? I was almost positive he didn't feel the same way as me, but I just couldn't take it anymore. If I didn't tell Phil soon, I would explode.
I looked myself in the eyes and took a deep breath. "Phil, what would you say if I told you I was in love with you?"
"You're what?" I heard from behind me. I jumped, nearly screaming, and spun around.
"Phil! I thought you were going out for the night!" I almost yelled, hyperventilating from being startled like that.
"I got back early, did you not here me come in?" he asked, taking a few steps into the bathroom. "Now, about what you just said…"
I blushed, "Well, you weren't supposed to hear it like that!" I said, panic bubbling over and into my voice. Phil knew. He knew I loved him. Was it possible that he could feel the same way? He was looking at me strange, so many emotions playing across his face that I couldn't even begin to guess what he was feeling. "Look, Phil," I said, calming down a bit. I took a tentative step towards him. He stayed put. I guess that was as good a sign as any. "There's something I need to tell you. I'm gay. And I'm in love with you. I didn't plan on you finding out like this, but…you did. If you're uncomfortable with me living here now, I'll—" I never got a chance to finish, because I was interrupted by Phil's lips crashing against mine. I was shocked, but kissed him back almost instantly, twisting my fingers into his hair. I melted in his arms, our lips and tongue moving in perfect harmony. The only things I cared about at that moment were how his lips felt against mine, how his arms felt warm wrapped around my neck. I slid my hands down his back, resting them on his waist. I felt Phil shiver, and a slight moan escaped him, vibrating our lips. I smiled around the kiss as Phil's hands moved from my neck to my hair, and pulled him closer. Kissing Phil was everything I had ever imagined it being, and more. It could've lasted for seconds, or minutes, or even hours. All I know is that it ended way too soon. Phil eventually broke away, gasping for oxygen, leaning over with his hands on his knees.
"Well, that was interesting," Phil managed to get out between breaths. I nodded, smiling so big it hurt my cheeks.
"Phil?" I asked, slightly out of breath myself. He looked up at me. "Did we just make out?"
We stared at each other for a second, and then we both started laughing. Before long, we were doubled over, with tears in our eyes, using each other to keep from falling to the floor.
We eventually calmed down a bit, and Phil pulled me into a tight hug. "I think we did," he replied, sending us into a new wave of laughter.