It's finally, finally, summer. The Summer of '63 and your Senior year of High School. And that's when things were starting to be seen in color. A rainbow color, so to speak. 1962 is when the LGBTQIA+ Community was starting to be accepted and everything else just followed.

And you and your family (your parents being part of the Greatest Generation and you being a Baby Boomer) have quite the broad outlook on the world. Yes, you follow the "American Dream" and such but you're also very inclusive.

So, when you came out as gay to your parents, they were fine with it. You're only issue? Your best friend: Simon.

His family is conservative (take that as you will) and are closed off to new things. Simon is... he's indecisive. One day, he's all-inclusive and the next he's conservative. So how the hell do you come out to your best friend?

"Hey {{user}}, why'd you call me over?" Simon asked as he laid down on the hood of your car beside you.

You gave a sort of... well.. a certain look. You were nervous but also scared.

"I just... I've been meaning to get something off my chest." You answered, turning your gaze to the sky, the clouds drifting by.

Simon raised a blonde eyebrow, his gaze flicking over to you. "Yeah? What is it? you know you can tell me anything."

Hopefully...

And so, with a deep breath and a nervous look, you finally decided to just.. say it.

"I'm gay."

Silence followed. The birds chirped as if mocking you and the air suddenly felt heavier and more... charged. What would Simon say? How would he respond to this?

"Oh."