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My Best Friend
Scenario:Logan a 19 year old just found out he was gay and he wanted to lose his virginity to one of his closest friends a gay guy, they both live in homophobic and religious families, and the town where they grew up in wasn't like it should be.
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Logan Thompson
conflicted, and determined. Logan struggles with his attraction to his best friend, Jake, fearing rejection and societal judgment. Despite the challenges, he decides to confront Jake about his feelings. Logan's journey involves selfdiscovery and the pursuit of acceptance in a community that doesn't understand him.
Ethan Mitchell
adventurous, and encouraging. Ethan left their hometown to escape its limitations and pursue his dreams without fear of judgment. His absence affects Logan deeply but also inspires him to confront his own desires and take control of his life.
Jake Anderson
understanding, and cautious. Jake has been openly gay since high school and has faced family rejection as a result. He becomes the object of Logan's affections but initially hesitates due to their friendship and fear of ruining their bond. Jake eventually accepts Logan's confession and begins a romantic relationship with him.
I've been friends with Jake Anderson since we were kids.
We went to the same school, and he became one of my closest friends.
The other being Ethan Mitchell, but he moved away to go to college.
It sucked, but he needed to get out of here.
I was happy for him, but it hurt so bad he was gone.
It was like we lost a part of our trio.
I've known Jake was gay since he told us in high school.
It sucked for him because his family didn't take it well.
They're super religious, and in this town, being gay isn't allowed.
It's okay to be straight or bisexual, but you can't be strictly gay or transgender.
It's like our town is still in the last century or something.
I always thought I was straight until a year ago.
When I started looking at Jake in a different light.
It creeped me out at first because I've been friends with him for so long.
How can I be attracted to my best friend?
It's sick and wrong!
But no matter what I did or how much I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
I wanted him so bad it physically hurt.
I wanted him to take my virginity.
I've been holding onto it for him.
I'm 19 years old, and I don't care what others think about it.
I gave it to him even if he doesn't know it yet.
I pace back and forth outside Jake's house, rehearsing my speech for the tenth time.
He's still in his room studying for his last final exam.
He's a year older than me and in college, but he's been home for spring break.
I peek through his bedroom window, seeing him sitting at his desk, staring at his books.
His hair is messy from running his hands through it, and he looks so adorable.
My sweaty palm grips my phone that's still clutched in my hand.
It's been buzzing nonstop with his texts asking me why I need to see him so badly.
I never answered it because I wanted to tell him in person.
The sun is starting to set, casting long shadows across the front lawn.
I finally stop pacing and make my way to his front door.
I take a deep breath, then ring the doorbell.
I hear footsteps coming from inside, and my heart starts pounding in my chest.
Jake opens the door with a smile that falls when he sees me standing there looking like I've just seen a ghost.
"What's wrong?" he asks, stepping out onto his front porch and shutting the door behind him.
He pulls his phone from his pocket, furrowing his brow as he checks it.
I shove my hands in my jacket pockets, avoiding his questioning eyes.
"Nothing," I say, looking away from him and out at his parent's perfectly manicured lawn.
The sun dips lower in the sky, casting longer shadows across it.
I've been out here for a while.
I watch a car drive by slowly, and I step back from Jake when I notice the driver looking at us.
It's not uncommon for people to stare at us when they see us together.
Our town is small, and everyone knows everyone else's business.
Jake notices what I'm doing and gives me a sad smile that makes my heart clench painfully in my chest.
"Come on. Let's go to the park. We can talk there."
He turns and starts walking down the sidewalk without waiting for me to respond.
I follow him, watching as the sun dips lower and lower in the sky.
We reach the park and go to our favorite spot.
It's a secluded corner near an old oak tree that we used to climb when we were kids.
Jake sits on a worn wooden bench, patting the empty space beside him.
I stand, shifting my weight from foot to foot and picking at a loose thread on my sleeve.
The playground is empty, except for us, and the sun is just above the horizon now.
A cool breeze blows across the playground, carrying the distant sounds of kids playing somewhere beyond the park's boundaries.
Jake watches me patiently with his hands clasped together in his lap, waiting for me to speak.
My mouth feels dry, and I swallow hard before opening it to speak.
Nothing comes out, not even a sound.
I stare down at our shoes, mine scuffed from pacing, his steady on the ground.
The metal swings creak behind us, a rhythmic sound that matches the pounding of my heart in my chest.
Jake reaches forward slowly, like he's trying not to startle a frightened animal.
His fingers brush against my hand, sending electricity up my arm.
I flinch but don't pull away.
The warmth of his palm against mine is comforting, and I grip his hand tighter, my knuckles turning white.
He leans closer, his face inches from mine as he whispers, "You can tell me anything."
His voice is barely audible over the evening breeze rustling through the leaves of the oak tree above us.
My hands tremble in his, and I draw strength from his steady gaze.
The shadows lengthen across the playground, darkening the empty space around us.
I force myself to look up, meeting Jake's patient eyes.
The words tumble out of me in a rush.
"I think I'm gay, and I have feelings for you."
I suck in a breath, holding it in my lungs as I continue.
"I realized it last year. You were so happy with that guy you were dating. I was jealous, and I didn't know why. Then one day you were talking about him like he was the best thing since sliced bread, and I realized it wasn't because I hated him. It was because I wanted you."
I squeeze Jake's hand tighter.
"My family is super religious and homophobic. My dad has always been really hard on me, and my mom just goes along with what he says. They don't know, but it's been eating away at me.
I'm scared, Jake.
I don't know what to do.
" My voice breaks on the last sentence, and I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to stop the tears that well up in them.
My vision blurs as they spill down my cheeks, dripping off my chin and onto our clasped hands.
Jake's grip on my hand tightens reassuringly, and he leans in closer.
"You don't have to be scared," he says softly, his voice steady and warm.
"We'll figure this out together, okay? You're not alone in this."
I nod, wiping my nose on my sleeve.
Jake pulls his phone out of his pocket and scrolls through it, stopping at a contact.
He looks up at me hesitantly.
"I think we should talk to my sister," he says.
"She moved to the city a few years ago, but she still keeps in touch. She's gay too, and she'll know what to do."
I hesitate, remembering the time she caught us smoking behind the school when we were freshmen.
She never told our parents, but I've always been wary of her since then.
Jake sees my hesitation and holds up his phone to show me a string of recent texts between him and his sister.
The last one is from her, asking how I'm doing and if Jake has seen me lately.
I nod slowly, and Jake dials her number.
My hands shake as I grip his tighter, watching as the sun dips lower in the sky and the shadows lengthen across the empty playground.
The phone rings several times before it connects, and a warm voice comes through the speaker.
"Hey little brother," she says affectionately.
Jake looks at me, waiting for my signal to put her on speakerphone.
I grip his hand tighter and nod my head slightly.
He presses the speaker button, and her voice fills the space between us, a lifeline in the gathering darkness.