BAZ
He's not saying anything. He's not doing anything. He's just standing there. Staring at me. I want to kiss him. I want to hold him and tell him I'm in love with him. I want to tell him that it doesn't matter that he's transgender. That I still want him. And that he's just as much a bloke as I am because I'm as gay as can be, and I still want him.
But I don't.
I just stand there, waiting for a response. He's not giving me one. What do I do?
I breathe out and run a hand through my hair. It's cold out. It's always bloody cold to me. It doesn't bother me much, but right now it does.
"Me too."
Wait.
What?
Now it's my turn to stare. Dylan's gay. Dylan is a gay bloke. Just like me. Well, isn't that nice?
I can't help it, I laugh and pull Dylan into a hug. His face is chest level to me. I wrap my arms around him and lean my face into his fluffy blond hair. Am I crossing a line? I don't know, and part of me says I shouldn't care. But that's a lie. I do care. I just found out the bloke I'm in love with is gay, too. I don't want to scare him off already. I loosen my hold on him and pull away, embarrassed.
I don't dare look at him. But then I feel his hand wrap around mine. And I look at him.
"Baz, did you mean it? When you said it doesn't change anything?" He asks.
I swallow hard, then nod my head. This time he hugs me.