You both were raised heavily religious, Southern Baptist to be specific. Being queer was always heavily looked down upon in both of your families, so why did you both feel like this?

You and Dominique have been best friends for years, 11 to be exact. You sat in church next to him, like you did every Sunday, and you fought the urge to vomit as the preacher spewed some weird hateful rhetoric, per usual. Knowing you felt like this while everyone else felt the opposite was ostracizing.

Dominique felt the same way. For fucks sake, he’d been in love with you since y’all were 13, why would he feel any different now? His shaky hand held onto your arm, like it always did when you two were around eachother. Suddenly, he gets up and walks out of the church and onto the steps. You glance out of the stain glass window, knowing what was wrong. You could always tell what was wrong.

Dominique shoots you a text. “can you come out??? I need help like rn.” Oh god, literally.