I do not understand what is happening in my life right now. Am I gay, am I not? Do I like Damon, do I not like Damon? It was driving me insane. I mean, I did enjoy our date last night and I did learn a few things about Damon, like the adulterous marriage between his aunt and uncle. But if I happened to be gay, how would I explain this to my family? We were not the picture perfect family but we weren't that bad and I do not know how my parents felt about gay people. The subject had never been brought up before.

This reminded me of the dream I had just last night. I should rather call it a nightmare. I had called my family into the living room and told them I had a very important news to share with them. I was going to tell them about the president, but all that could come were everything about my sexuality.

"Simon, get your ass up and prepare for school!" My sister, Sylvia's voice was heard from behind my door. Then following that was three heavy knock to my door, I don't even know how her knuckles didn't hurt from that.

"Sylvia, mind your language!" I heard mum shout from downstairs.

"Sorry!" Sylvia called back. The twins were always quick to grab onto any words we say, which was why mum always watched our words at home. We are their older siblings and they adore us. Well, they adore me, but I'm not so sure about Sylvia. She was what you could call the black sheep of the family. Sylvia and I used to fight cat and dogs when we were little. I was the new child who took our parents attention and she didn't like that. When the twins came, and I wasn't the 'baby' of the house anymore, she relaxed.

I stood up lazily from my bed. If I was Aladdin, my first wish would be for school to be twice a week. Before I think of marrying any princess...or prince. My second wish would be to actually be able to wish for more wishes and if any genie tells me it was against the genie rules and regulations to wish for more wishes, then I would wish that the genie rules be changed and if that was also declined, I would punch him hard on the face. Maybe not so hard though, because I am not usually a violent person. I mean, I am not violent at all, but come on, what kind of rule is that? A genie is meant to serve you, so if a genie is giving you rules to follow, is that really serving? What kind of person gives their master rules and regulations to follow? Where is that heard or done?

"Simon!" Sylvia's voice rang out again. She tried to open my door, but it didn't bulge since I had locked it. I hated the way she just walked into my room without knocking, so I locked it before I went to bed and it only my mum who held the spare key.

"I am coming!" I shouted back. God, that girl is a banshee, all girls are banshees actually. I have learned that from my mum, my sister and female teachers at school. "You can leave now."

"If you aren't down in the next five minutes and mum sends me up again? I'll break this door down and drag you out!" I scoffed at her threat, but proceeded to get up. Sylvia was scary.

Almost one hour later, I arrived at school with Alex by my side. Sylvia, who dropped us off with her car, walked away to go and meet her friend who was already calling her name. They were just like her, innocent looking, but underneath all that were loud witches.

"So, gat any gist for me?" Alex asked as soon as she left, nudging me on the shoulder slightly. "I was away for awhile, something must have happened right?"

"Alex, since when did you start using words like 'gat'?" I asked, looking at him amused.

"It's a word my cousins would always use," he told me. "I guess it got stuck in my tongue, I'll drop it now. So, any gist?" He asked, staring at me as we entered our school and started the journey to our lockers. Alex knew that something was going on between Damon and I but he didn't know about the date we went on. I kept quiet and looked away, paying more attention to the picture of last year's graduating students, whose picture was put up in the school as tradition demands.

"Simon, I know you heard me and seeing that you are ignoring me shows that something did happen. So, tell me, I really want to hear the whole journey about your gay discovery. Maybe I'll write about it someday." He grabbed my shoulders and bringing me to a stop abruptly and he turned me to face him. He was doing that weird thing with his eyes, when he thinks his eyes have magical powers and can force the truth out of me. It worked anyways, not because I had any magical powers but because Alex was my best friend and I felt I could tell him anything.

"Damon asked me out and we went on a date. We... We also kissed again after that and now I think maybe I am gay. I don't know how the people around me will take the news about me being gay. I am talking about my family, I mean I know they love me but I don't know how they feel about me being gay and stuff."

I sighed, I knew Alex will understand what I was going through. He had also gone through this exact same thing before coming out to his parents. It was crazy with how badly he was shaking that time when he told me he was ready to come out, I was scared he would pee on himself, but it went smoothly.

"They think I have a girlfriend, which I do, but is actually Damon. I won't say he is my boyfriend yet, but you understand what I mean right?" Alex nodded. "What if they hate me and call me all sort of names and then kick me out of the house and I will live on the streets with a blanket and my life would be ruined Alex. My life would be ruined!" I screamed and threw myself on Alex, not paying attention to the group of people who were passing us by and stopped to stare at us.

"Mind your business, people!" Alex shouted at those that stood around to stare. "Can't you see we are having a moment here?" He called out again to them and they quickly scurried away. I could only imagine the thought running through their head when they saw us like that, Alex and I may look like weirdos to them. I bet that was what they were already calling us.

I pulled back. "Alex, tell me what to do. I don't know what to do?"

"Hey, calm down. Your parents love you, okay? They are one of the coolest people I have ever met and I'm sure they won't hate you because you're gay. No one would hate you," Alex said, patting my back. "Well, not unless you commit a crime that deserves hate. But you haven't, so you're safe."

"You're sure?" I asked, rubbing my eyes which had no tears, they just itched badly. He nodded and just then, the bell rang signalling it was time for our first class. "Dang it!"

"Now let's get to class. We have Biology double period and I do not want Mr. Matthias to see me as a tardy student." We walked together to class and we happened to be the first set of people to enter the class, greeting the teacher as we walked past him to get to our seats.

"Class bring up a piece of paper. We are going to be having a quiz." He grinned when the class went up in cries. "Yeah, I am the teacher and I make the decisions. If you don't want to partake, it isn't compulsory, but it takes up..." We already know we couldn't escape, unless we wanted to retake the exams and I didn't think anyone was ready for that, because we all brought our papers. "Calm down, I'm just messing with you." He laughed alone at the expression on our faces when he admitted that.

These teachers sometimes just enjoyed torturing us.

~~~

Alex

I glanced at Simon who sat beside me during Biology class and I could tell he wasn't paying attention to what Mr Matthias was saying because he was thinking too much about what his family would think of him being gay. I understood how he felt because I was once worried about how my parents would feel about me being gay. Turns out they were fine with it, but not every parent would be okay with their child turning up gay. No matter how easy it sounds to just blurt it out and do not care about what they think, it still wasn't easy at all, coupled with the fear of rejection.

The world was becoming more accepting with each passing day, but the homophobic ones were still out there. I wasn't really bullied in school for my sexuality, but then there was Stiles who would always tease and make fun of me whenever we crossed paths.

Lunch time, Simon seemed to have relaxed. He kept looking around the cafeteria and although, he didn't want to admit it, I knew he was looking for Damon, 'the boy that turned him gay'. I felt eyes on me and turned to look around. I do not usually get much people looking at me, except grandmas who call me 'the cutest thing they have ever seen'. So, if someone was actually taking their time to look at me, then I was curious to find out who it was.

Suddenly, my eyes jammed with Stiles'.

Of course, he had to be the one.

It was said that if you thought about someone so much, they would actually show up. I wanted to think of Stiles, but didn't want Stiles near me  because as much as I loved him, he still scared me. I didn't know what he wanted or he was walking to where Simon and I sat. If he tried,  I would leave before he said any bad word to me. I was about to turn my back to him, when I found myself trapped in his blues again.

Those blue eyes were looking at me. I gulped and looked away, trying to pay more attention to the discussion that was going on around my table. I felt really uncomfortable, I didn't know how to act especially with his eyes on me. I tried to use Simon's body to hide myself, but it didn't help.

"Dude," Simon called to me, tapping my shoulders gently.

"Yeah?" I turned to look at him. "You need my help with something."

He shook his head."Just don't panic because Stiles is walking over here," he informed me.

"Shut up!" The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. How could I not panic when he had just said Simon was approaching.

Simon gave me a look of pity. "Do you want to leave? If we make for it now, he wouldn't catch us."

"But then he would know I am avoiding him. If he doesn't get me now, he is going to get me another day."

Simon sighed. "I know, I wish he would just leave you alone. He is so—" Simon was cut off by a rich voice who stood behind me. While Simon and I were talking, Stiles had reached our table.

"Hey, Alex. Can I talk to you for a bit?" Simon glared up at Stiles, but I was scared and really curious. Stiles had never requested to see me before. He just saw me around school and stopped me to talk.

I turned around quickly in fear. "I didn't tell anyone," which was a lie. I told Simon, my mum and dad, because come on, I was kissed by my crush and you expected me to keep quiet? I even sang it out sometimes when I was alone.

"Yeah, he didn't tell anyone," Simon said, sticking up for me, not knowing he just stupidly told Stiles that I did tell him.

"Simon!" I called his name, drawing out the "o" while I face palmed myself. I stood up to follow Stiles, who was watching Simon and I. He rolled his eyes and started walking away, and I had no choice but to follow him. I gave Simon a look when we got to door, he mouthed a "If you need help, scream like a banshee." I shook my head at him and followed Stiles out of the cafeteria, wondering what my fate was.