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Caught!

... get it when I was home because I’d already changed the locks and she couldn’t get in. That was a lie but, she didn’t know that.

She messaged back that her brother was coming to get her stuff and asked me to have it ready for him. I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t at least talk to me about what happened. I was no longer upset about losing her but, glad she was gone. I packed her things, being careful to get everything to ensure I never had to speak with her again. I was still worried what she might say, and to who, especially after telling her off but, I felt better about standing up for myself in the face of her degrading insults.

A few hours later, Nathan, Christa’s younger brother, showed up to get her things. I was glad he didn’t say much as we loaded her stuff in his car. I didn’t know Nathan well and had no desire to discuss the disastrous end to my relationship with his sister with him. As he picked up the last box, Nathan hesitated.

“Dan, Christa told me about ah… what happened…”

His words were like a closed fist to the face and confirmed my fear that Christa was telling my dirty secret. If she’d told Nathan, it was likely she’d told her whole family all but, guaranteeing I would soon be big news amongst their church congregation.

“Look Nathan, this isn’t anything I want to discuss,” I cut him off and moved to usher him out the door.

“It’s just… I wanted to… I don’t have anyone else to…to talk to,” he stammered.

“What? Talk to about what?” I asked, ...

... caught off guard and confused.

Nathan dropped his head and almost whispered, “I think I might be one too.”

“One what?” I asked, even more confused.

“I think I might be a gay too,” he said, his voice shaking and barely audible, “I was just hoping maybe I could talk to you.”

For a moment, I thought he was going to start crying. This had obviously been very hard confession for him to make and I felt for him. I remembered well, struggling with my own sexuality when I was his age. To be honest, I couldn’t say that my struggles were over with at that point either. And, knowing about his religious upbringing, I could only imagine how much more difficult things were for him. I took the box from him and closed the door.

“Come on, let’s talk,” I said, leading him to the living room.

I told Nathan to have a seat on the couch and got a couple beers from the kitchen. I gave one to Nathan and sat beside him. I didn’t know Nathan well, I’d only met him a couple of times when accompanying Christa to family dinners at their parent’s house.

“So, tell me what’s on your mind,” I said, opening my beer and taking a drink.

Nathan stared at the bottle in his hand. “I’ve never had beer before,” he said.

“You want something else?”

“No, I want to try it.”

“What else do you want to try?” I asked, hoping to get the real topic of our discussion started.

“Well, I think maybe, I want ah…maybe I like guys, not ah…girls,” he stumbled, never taking his eyes off the bottle in ...