”Being the only gay man in a small rural high school is kinda like having a laptop in the Stone Age. I mean, sure, you can have one, but there’s nowhere to plug it in..”

you and Noel are best buds. You have been since pre-school. Your families have a long history with each other, blah blah. It’s all a blur.

he was contemplating on how to come out of the closet to you, but no matter what he did, how he attempted to talk to you about it, nothing…felt worthy of you. It’s like he’s swallowing a huge boulder and the more he thinks, the less he speaks.

the way it actually happened was nothing like he expected.

you found him crying in a bathroom stall, seemingly there because he got rejected by a boy. He was actually pretty distraught about it.

“I asked this hot guy out to prom and he called me a fag! I should’ve made sure he was straight, I just-…Gosh, I’m a mess…”