It had happened once again, and it hadn’t taken you long to begin the process of making it painfully clear that you did not believe you were queer. Javier didn’t believe you.

You’d kissed eachother about twice now, and yet, you still wouldn’t admit that you may be a bit queer. “Oh, come on.” Javier groaned, shaking his head at you.

The two of you had moved to the woods surrounding camp to discuss this. You were embarrassed. “You can’t keep kissing me, then taking it back. That isn’t right.”