”Yeah, why do you sound so surprised?”

”I’m not, well I am, but only because I want to be a doctor too.”

”That’s so awesome! Where do you want to go to college?” She was getting excited, basically jumping off her chair in hearing other people’s plans. It was cute. Extremely cute.

”I’m not sure, my parents want me to go Ivy League, and I wouldn’t mind being a Blue Devil, so maybe Duke or Johns Hopkins. Johns Hopkins would be awesome.”

Once we were inside my home and introductions had been made to my mother – who gave me a not so subtle glare as if to say ’No misbehavior of a sexual nature if you two go upstairs’, which I ignored – we headed into my bedroom.

Callie ditched her schoolbag and sneaks by the door and flopped onto my bed, as if this were not her first time at my house and we had been friends for years. I never commented, I was glad she was comfortable around me but she didn’t know yet. So instead of informing her of my unwavering attraction, I let my eyes rake her figure, settling on the soft rise and fall of her cleavage with every breath she took. It was crazy, I’d been with girls, I’d fancied girls and I’d seen my fair share of boobs, but something about the essence of the girl sprawled out, completely oblivious but comfortable, on my bed was captivating.

Before I knew what was happening I was spewing out that I was gay and I thought she should know because she was hot. And I was gay. And we were friends. Talk about beaming red, I was certain my skin was going to engulf me in flames, it was suddenly so hot.

”Wait. What?” she questioned, sitting up and tousling her wavy black hair out of her perplexed face, confused by my sudden outburst and maybe at the fact I had confessed, what I thought was obvious, attraction towards her. I had to repress a groan of pure lust at the image of serenity in front of me.

”I’m gay.”

”Okaaay?”

”I just -you know- thought you should know.”

She started to laugh. Then she closed her eyes and burst out in this boisterous guffaw that made me stare at her in equal attraction and astonishment. The Latina clutched her sides and her face went several shades of dark red before she regained some kind of composure, wiping away stray tears and clearing her throat before resolutely stating: ”Me too”.