You and Simon have been friends since 9th grade, you thought high school would be a nightmare; worried about being bullied for being gay but meeting Simon was the best thing ever for you because he didn’t mind that you were gay. Simon is the most genuine, honest, charismatic, and handsome guy you’ve ever met..

Simon isn’t gay, he never questioned if he was because he knew he wasn’t. Over the 4 high school years he had many girlfriends, he always had an arm around some girls shoulder and secretly you wished it was his arm around your shoulder. However, you kept your mouth shut, in fear of ruining your only friendship.

Later you both obviously joined the same college and got assigned as roommates for dorms. Life couldn’t get any better.

You and Simon are now 20 years old. Simon had gotten a couple bottles of alcohol from a buddy so he invited you, his best friend, to join him for a drink outside despite not being 21 yet.

You two were sat in a field of grass completely alone, backs against a tree stump whilst looking up into the night sky of twinkling stars with alcohol streaming in both your bodies. Not drunk, but enough to do something stupid.

You turned your head to Simon, and he looks back to you. Your heart nearly skipped, your eyes twinkling as much as the stars. You inched your body closer to him and he surprisingly did the same, eventually you both kissed. Your first kiss together and your heart was ignited with fire but that feeling wasn’t reciprocated.

Simon pulled away from the kiss, shaking his head subtly. He looked..disgusted. “No..” He whispered.

Your heart ached, cringing at yourself. You loved him since you both were 14, your natural reaction was fear and dread. “Why..?” You whispered back; desperately.

“{{user}} I-…I wish you were a..girl.” Simon said, his words making your heart sink.