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"I'm going to tell him." I said.

"What?" Mike asked. He put a hand to my forhead but I pushed it away.

"I'm going to tell Oliver I love him."

Now:

"What, why?" Mike asked, with a worried look on his face.

"Why what?" Alex asked, walking over. He had a black bathing suit with skulls on the bottom. He had a black and white checkered surf board with him and he was dripping wet.

"Our friend Jackson here, wants to tell a certain someone a certain something." Mike put an arm around my shoulders. Alex, at first, looked confused, but then relised and looked like I told him I was about to eat a bug I just found in the sand that was by the restrooms and was wet.

"What's so bad about wanting to tell Oliver I like him? What's the worst thing that could happen? He reject me?" I let out a dry laugh. Actually, the worst thing he could say was 'you fag, I'd never date you, why'd you even ask? I hate you, go kill yourself,' but he wouldn't do that, would he? It didn't sound like him.

"Well, he could say worse, but since we're your friends, I'm not going to say anything." Alex replied, standing next to me and putting his arm around my shoulders.

"I know, but I think I'm ready. I'm not going to do it right away, I still need to think about it, but I know I'm going to tell him. Soon." I nodded my head to show I meant it.

"Well, if you're sure, I guess neither of us can stop you." Mike said. I put my arms aroung their waists and we walked back to Rico's. I sat next to Oliver again, Mike next to me on my other side, and Alex next to him. Oliver didn't notice because he was busy ordering two hot dogs.

Lilly and Miley were sitting at one of the tables talking about I don't know and I don't care. I was going to talk to Mike and Alex but they were walking away, holding hands, to the beach, Alex holding his surf board in his other hand. I guess they're going to leave me alone to tell Oliver.

Well, I don't have to tell him right now. I can tell him in a few days.

"I'm curious. Why are you friends with an openly bi-sexual guy who has an openly gay boyfriend? I thought you'd be someone who would highly reject gays as friends or even natuaral."

"I don't reject them. I'll be friends with whoever; gay, straight, bi, skinny, fat, ugly, hot. Anyone I want." I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Aren't you afraid that he'd, like, try to make-out with you or anything?" He wondered. I smiled and made a noise between a laugh and a cough.

"No, I'm not afraid of that. He's to faithful to Alex. I guess that's what happens when you're in love." I say longingly, and sigh. My last boyfriend was Aaron. Sometimes I still think of him. My first heartbreak.

"Have you ever been in love?" He wondered. I nodded.

"Twice." I state. "The first time was a long time ago and he moved, and I'm in love with another person right now, and I want to tell them, even though he might reject me." I say,
not realizing that I said 'he' until it was to late. I prayed he hadn't noticed.

"I've been in love once- wait a second. He? Did you say he?" He exclaimed. I looked down, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"Uhh, yeah. He. Umm... I'm uhh... I'm gay." I cough out the last word. I look at him through the tops of my eyes and he has a shocked and apalled look on his face.

"Your... your gay? Really?" He wondered. I was greatful that he kept his voice down. "Well then, may I ask who you are in love with currently?"

"Please don't be, umm... hating on me. It's... It's you."