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Never Got to Hear Him Play
3.
Scourge was the first person that Manic came out to.
It was the mid-November and the air had a painful nip to it. They were huddled together underneath a tree just off of school property. Manic was waiting for Sonic to get out of detention and Scourge simply didn't want to go home yet. Snow fell sporadically from the slate grey sky and Scourge shivered in his thin leather jacket. The flame patches had fallen off the day before and he had messily sewn a Sex Pistols patch that he had stolen from a local record shop onto the jackets left shoulder. The only piece of winter clothing he owned was a thick, hand-knitted scarf that Fiona Fox had made him. It was ridiculously long (it had been one of her first attempts at knitting) but it was warm and he had it wrapped three times around his neck. The frayed ends hung just below his waist and moved with the wind.
Manic leaned against the tree and tilted his head back so that he could stare at the sky, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do. "Hey Scourge."
"Yeah?" Scourge pulled his scarf a little tighter and took a drag from his cigarette, wincing as his busted lip (the result of accidently closing the front door too hard and rousing his father from a drunken stupor) shifted to mold against the filter.
Manic took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to dispel some of the nervous energy that had pooled in his stomach, "What would you do if uh…theoretically….if I told you I was…gay?" Manic hunched his shoulders protectively inside his winter coat and glanced nervously at his heavily pierced friend from the corner of his eye.
Scourge chuckled, "So you're finally coming out of the closet, huh?" he looked at Manic, smirking.
Manic could feel his face turn bright red, "Wha—no, dude I said hypothetically! I mean, there's nothing wrong with being, but I was just, not really, uh…" he realized he was rambling and trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
Scourge chuckled again, "Manic, we both know you're queer. There's no shame in it. You like dick, so what? I don't give a shit one way or the other." he shrugged and flicked his cigarette butt away.
"So…y-you're okay with it?" Manic asked hesitantly, feeling hope well up in his gut.
Scourge looked annoyed, "Isn't that what I just said? Damn, learn to listen."
Manic beamed.
