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"Hey, Percy. There's something I need to tell you," Oliver said nervously. Oliver had been fighting with himself; should he tell him, should he not tell him? When's the right time? How? These were questions he had been asking himself the past few days.

"Huh? What's up?" Percy was trying to study, as per usual. Or read something. Oliver wasn't sure exactly, but that's what happens when you're more concerned with sports than school. Percy himself was actually very bored; they were reviewing a charm he had mastered ages ago, but he was refreshing his memory of it just in case. Oliver talking to him made his day much less boring.

"Uhh, oh god, umm I don't know how to tell you this," Oliver stuttered.

"What is it? Spit it out, man," Percy encouraged, a bit irritated. He didn't like it when people were unable to express their feelings; one of the reasons he liked Oliver was for his bluntness.

"Wow, I didn't think this would be so hard," Oliver breathed in heavily, his heart was racing. "I'm...I'm..." He couldn't seem to get the words out. He knew what he wanted to say. Why was it so easy to tell his parents but not his best friend? "I'M GAY!" he finally blurted, but as soon as he said it he regretted it.

Percy was in denial. No way. Nuh-uh. "Haha, Ollie. You're such a jokester. Wait - let me guess. You're doing a play now? Geez, you're weird." He laughed to cover up his internal fear that maybe, just maybe, Oliver wasn't joking.

"No, I'm not, Percy. I'm gay, 100 percent. Why would I be in a play, Percy?" Oliver was angry that his best friend thought he was joking.

Why? Because this. Is. Not happening. Percy laid his hand on his face in a metaphorical defense against insanity. His voice was weak and defeated when he continued. "Please, Oliver. Please tell me this is just a joke, and you're going to make fun of me in a moment, and we can forget you ever said this?" His eyes were pleading.

"I'm sorry, Percy." Oliver felt embarrassed. He cast his eyes downward. He couldn't bear to see the look in his friend's eyes. Oliver could feel the tears filling his eyes. "I'm so, so sorry."

Percy sighed heavily, his breath laborious. "You're not kidding, are you." It wasn't a question so much as a statement. "Great. Well. Um." Percy was grasping the concept, but it was still confusing and frustrating. "But you are my best friend," he said aloud, half to himself, "so, I guess I can't really complain." He stroked his hand through his hair, one of his signs of frustration. "Don't get me wrong, I don't like it. I just hate seeing idiots like you cry." You need to smile. The Oliver that's my best friend always smiles.

Oliver looked up. He accepts me. Oliver smiled softly. It wasn't the one he usually had, but it was a smile of mixed emotions. He was sad that Percy didn't like it, but happy that he had accepted him. "Kay," he sniffled, his eyes still had tears but he was happier.

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