It was a warm night: fireflies chirped and two young males walked out of a night club. A tall, tan teenager was shuddering and sniffling and the twin notices. His baggy eyes rolled over to his brother and he asks.
"Mike? What's wrong? You're not gonna break down on me, are you?" The teen gives a small smirk to his weeping brother, but drops the face when he answers.
"M-Mal.. That place reminds me of dad.."
Dead silence filled the air.
"Dad? Why do you say that? How does it remind you of him?" Mal raised an eyebrow in confusion to his brother's fear.
Mike mumbled, "It's just... The smell.. The language.. I just don't like it..."
Mal scoffed lightly and sips his beer, rolling his eyes. "He was nice to me in the past. Probably because I was the second born."
Mike paused and reluctantly tried to reach for Mal's hand. "No. It's because..." He blushed.
Mal pulled away and asked, "wait.. Are you..?" Mike solemnly nodded and his eyes locked with the pavement. "So.. That's why dad disowned you."
Mike continued to stare at the floor "yeah.."
Mal interrupted Mike's thoughts with his own. "But wait.. How did you find out you were.. Gay?"
His bug-eyed brother gulped. "w-well.. I- uhh.." He stared up at Mal, "I just had an attraction to guys.."
Mal's brow furrowed "Like who..?"
Mike has a long pause before he comes close to Mal and kisses him on the lips. Mike's heart raced. He was in the moment until Mal pushed Mike away, his face filled with disgust and rage building up. A few words spat out of his mouth in spite towards his brother:
"EW! WHAT THE FUCK?! FREAK!"
Mal throws his beer at him and walks away. He wiped his mouth and spat at the ground as Mike looks down with wide eyes, not even sure what he did. Mike sat on the curb side, covering his face to avoid any wandering eyes. His face flushed and he kept wondering what he had to do to make up for his mistake, even though now it's completely irreversible.