A/N: Animelover5956: You've given me a cliffhanger but because I love this story I'll let it slide. :)
- Thank god, lol
simsfreeplayergirl: Hey, do you have a schedule for these? Do you upload once a week, once a day, twice a week...
- I try at least three times! However, this month I'm doing nanowrimo and I'm dying.
SPictures: Well I would sayThat escalated quickly" but that would be to much cliché...nice story so far, I recognized I haven't written a review till now, sorry for that. it's a great story I really like it. Good mix of some fluff and a little angst and stuff. nice work. keep it up
- Thank you! I will keep it up. I forgot to say that this story is planned out to be 50 chapters long, so I'll do my best!

Even though I said we should talk about it, I found myself wavering and jittery again. Kate was still so concerned that she pulled me in again, letting me rest against her chest again. I could hear her heartbeat, calm and steady, and I felt safe again. I put my arms around her again, pulling her closer. I practically melted in her hold and it made me sleepy and her hand going through my hair added to that.

I swallowed hard and released an uneven breath.

"I can't really say when I started to feel anxious in social situations."

"Take your time, we have all night." She reassured me. The room staying dark made everything so serene. I could tell Kate anything.

"When I used to talk to therapists and stuff, I pinned it on moving away from Oregon for some time. I was diagnosed a year into living there."

She hummed, letting me know she was listening.

"Why did you move?"

"My parents wanted to live in Seattle. We lived there for about five years before I decided to go back. I spoke to Chloe once and then… that was it. She was going through a difficult time in her life and I… I didn't talk to her for years. I couldn't."

All my baggage was so heavy. I blamed myself for too many things, things that didn't matter now, and I let it consume and hurt me. If I don't fix it, I know it will affect me for the rest of my life. This had affected me so much that I still want to tell Chloe sorry every single day.

"Do you mind me asking what happened to her?"

I shook my head, "U-um, someone she loved passed away. I couldn't talk to her. I was so filled with guilt, I-I don't know why I decided to not talk to her. I got her messages and her calls, but… I fucking refused! I-I—"

Kate lifted my head up, a finger on my chin. Her shirt had wet spots on it from all the tears flowing out of my eyes and more streamed down my cheeks. She used her thumbs to wipe them away. Neither of us said anything as she laid my head on her chest again.

I sniffled and held her tighter.

"Were you afraid of telling me about your disorder?"

"I was. I was afraid of ruining… I don't know what I would be ruining. Talking about it has never been easy, ever. Even to Rachel and Chloe, the two people I love and would run through hell and back for, I couldn't even tell them until the last second! They asked me, over and over again, if I really wanted to come along on this trip. I still said yes. I didn't want anyone worrying about me and I always knew that going out and interacting more will help with my anxiety. That's what therapists told me all the time."

Kate stayed quiet. At this point, a therapist would talk about how they relate and different methods to help cope with it.

"Everything was fine at first," I wiped away at my cheek, "I was having fun being with you and them. I almost felt invincible! Then I really started to think about what was happening and what was around me. It was overcoming me and something in me told me I had to go. After that, it was blurry and I barely remember leaving the crowd at all."

"I should have known when you had to get away from the people talking to you," Kate's voice was dripping in guilt, "None of this would have happened."

"No, Kate, I should have told you. Please don't say things like that. How could I say that I trusted you when I couldn't say that?"

"Disorders are a stigma, Max. It's never easy to talk about these things."

I clenched my jaw, thinking about what to say next. Though, if I fell asleep right now, I would be content with that.

"Tell me what happened." It came out of me as a whisper.

"You told me you had to go and I saw how disoriented you were. Bumping into people and knocking over drinks were a few things you did. I got Rachel and Chloe and dragged you out of there. You looked so… lost. You could hardly stand and you weren't responding to what we were saying."

She paused, "Then you fell down and we carried you all the way to the car."

"I remember someone calling for help."

"That was me, but no one came."

Suddenly, I could hear faint and muffled voices, trying to remind me of what happened hours before.

"I-I think I woke up at one point. I think it was in the car."

"I didn't notice that. All I wanted to do was take you home. Did you always get nosebleeds from this happening?"

"Never," I changed my position, resting my head on her shoulder, "How bad was it?"

When I let go of her, just for a second, my hands were freezing cold and uncontrollably shaky. The tips of my fingers had millions of pins and needles going into them; Moving at all was so hard to do.

"Some of it got on my shirt. I made sure to keep your head back and cleaned your face."

I slowly exhaled, shutting my eyes, "I'm sorry."

I felt her head shift a little; she must've felt my breath.

"Don't be sorry. There's nothing to be sorry for."

I finally smiled, though weak, "Talking to you is always nice. When I spoke to therapists, they always have to get past resistance to get me to talk."

"How are you feeling now?"

"Good, better than earlier."

She hummed, hugging me tighter, "I'm glad I could help. But, promise me something, okay?"

"What is it?"

"If you can, you should look for therapy again. I can help you find one, because I don't want this to happen again."

"Y-yeah, I'll look into it." I hesitated at first. I really thought I got better at controlling myself. I had to admit to myself there was an issue.

I sighed happily, "I feel so much better."

"Me too. Let's talk about something else, unless there's more you want to say."

"No! I would love to change subjects."

I decided now was a good time to sit up again and drink some water. I felt Kate hop a bit in bed, sitting up too.

"What's on your mind?" She asked me first. She was sitting with her knees to her chest, hugging her legs and smiling at me. Her hair looked so good down, I almost choked.

"I talked about myself enough," I chuckled, putting my bottle down and sitting across from her, "What's on your mind?"

She giggled and dipped her head down and then looked back up at me again.

She bit her lip, "Since the atmosphere is light again, I want to tell you something very personal."

"I may have a few ideas what that might be."

"Oh, really?" She drawled. I nodded; It felt like she was teasing me a little.

"I trust you wholeheartedly and want you to laugh again, so I'll tell you the whole story on how I lost my v-card. Are you ready?"

"What brought this on?" I gasped. I couldn't lie, I wanted to hear it.

"It's so embarrassing and bad, but I want you to laugh! Also, we're far away from Rachel, Chloe, and all of my friends, so no one can eavesdrop on us. Are you ready now?"

I nodded so fast I felt dizzy after. I hugged my pillow and leaned over, resting my chin on it.

"So eager," she giggled at my reaction, "To start it off, I lost it in my dorm room in high school."

My eyes widen immediately, "At the Christian academy?"

"Yes, my Christian…" her eyes then darted around, suddenly nervous-looking, "all-girls academy."

My jaw fell open and I felt my soul leave my body.

"In school, I had to share a room with three other girls."

"Oh, my dog, your first time was a foursome."

"What? No, Max!" She flicked my forehead.

I rubbed my forehead and chuckled at myself. That was a dumb thing to say. However, she didn't mind that I implied she fucked girls.

"There was this one girl. I knew her since ninth grade and we shared a dorm every single year. The feeling I got whenever I saw her in the same dorm was so overwhelmingly ecstatic."

Kate, that's so gay.

"She was incredible. She was so funny and intelligent and she had the most beautiful blue eyes and really soft brown hair. She got in trouble for cutting it short, but they couldn't do anything about it. It was the beginning of twelfth grade and all the girls would start going around causing some havoc, like sneaking in boys or sneak out of school while sisters, teachers, and headmasters were not looking. Of course, things like coitus and the like were happening."

"I always thought that was a TV thing."

She giggled, "Me too. Anyway, on a Friday night, our two other roommates went out to see their families, I think. I remember us studying on my bed and she was incredibly unfocused. I remember this conversation like it was yesterday."

She was blushing a bright pink and avoiding eye contact as much as she could.

"I could still hear the sound of her shutting our textbooks. I was taken aback from the first question she decided to ask me. She made dirty jokes constantly, so I wasn't surprised when she asked about if I ever thought about ever having sex with someone."

"What did you say?"

"I gave an… indirect answer. I was afraid she was going to find me weird. Obviously, she was like, "um, yeah, of course I do." She then asked if I ever thought about it with another girl. I hesitated, because I thought I was strange for thinking that. Honestly, that was the only way I thought about it."

"Huh," I held back my excitement, "And then?"

"She answered first with a clear yes," she cleared her throat, "And since she said yes, I decided it was okay to say yes. She was my best friend, after all. What happened next is a little too risqué, but we pounced on each other and that was that."

I pressed my lips together, "I get it. It was so good that you remember it."

"Oh, heavens no, it was bad. It was really bad. I told her it was good, but it was the worst."

I released the most manic and explosive laugh; I didn't think I could get that loud. Kate was laughing more in a bubbly way, but then she started to hit me with her pillow. I fought her back until we both stopped laughing and we were breathing hard.

"We didn't know what to do! It's also an all-girls Christian school. They never taught sex, let alone lesbian sex!"

I snorted and started another round of my unrestrained giggles, shoving my face into my pillow to muffle it. I lifted my head up again and I was literally tearing up.

"Oh, my god," I was practically cackling, "D-did you guys do it again?"

"It was a thing we did for the whole year. Like, maybe once a month? We got better eventually, so it wasn't so bad."

I raised an eyebrow, "Like, you did her this month and then she did you the next one?"

Kate chuckled and shook her head, but answered, "She, uh… did me more than the other way around."

"Were you guys dating?"

"No… It was just a thing we did."

"Do you still talk to her?"

"Sometimes! She still lives in Oregon and delivers pizzas for a living."

I held in my laugh at this point. I nodded.

It was pretty quiet after that and she was just grinning and sending me shy and coy looks.

"So, I guess you're indirectly telling me you're gay?"

She still had an upbeat and bouncy giggle, "Yes. I'm very gay."

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