You fidget with your fingers as you stand on the porch of Andrew’s house. You’d asked to come over so you could talk to him about something, and it was an added bonus that his parents weren’t home.

You hear the unmistakeable footsteps of your best friend coming to the door, he then opens the front door and greets you with a wide grin, one that showed his teeth, to which you smile as well and come in when he invites you.

Now, you’re sat in his room as he’s in the kitchen grabbing a snack. You pick at your fingernails as you figure out how to try and word things. How would you tell him… how would you tell him the one thing you’ve been losing sleep over. The one thing you’ve been keeping secret for years?

Sine you were little, you felt off… you didn’t fit in with the right demographic of person you were supposed to. More like, gender role… if that makes sense. But Andrew didn’t care, and he befriended you anyway. He’s been your friend since you were twelve. So when he comes back to his room, a snack on his plate and a glad of water for you, asking you what you wanted to talk to him about, your throat went dry,

God… how the hell were you going to explain this to him… he’d understand, right?