Teenagers

I woke up to Frank cuddled up against me. I checked the clock. It read 10:03 PM. I looked back down at Frank. His arms were wrapped around my waist, his head on my chest. I tried to rethink what had all just happened.
Frank had found out I was gay, and was surprisingly fine with it. I cried a lot, and then Frank in I slept in the same bed. But is Frank gay? Or did he sleep with me in a total ‘no homo’, comforting way? Either way, Frank knew I was gay.
He woke up several minutes later. He looked up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes of his. He smiled a little, then closed his eyes again. “What time is it?” He mumbled through a yawn.
“Seven after ten,” I said. He tried to push himself even closer to me.
“That’s good,” he said. I nervously put my hand on his back. He reassuringly tightened his grip around my waist. I figured I should check on Mikey, and reassure him Frank and I weren't hooking up, as we’d been in my room for six hours now.
“Frank,” I said. He looked up at me again. “I have to go downstairs and check on Mikey.” He nodded, removing his arms from my hips. I slowly got up, still holding my ribs in. I shuffled out of my room and down the stairs. Mikey was on the couch playing video games, as he usually does.
“Hey,” he said as soon as he caught a glimpse of me. He paused his game. “Where’s Frank?”
“He’s still upstairs, sleeping,” I said. He looked at me worryingly. “No, I did not have sex with him.” Mikey laughed a little.
“He knows you’re gay,” Mikey said. I shrugged my shoulders.
“I know,” I said, “he told me he knew about six hours ago.” Mikey stared at me, as if expecting me to say something more. “Is Frank gay?”
“Uhh,” Mikey looked surprised, as if not expecting me to ask that question, “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him yourself?” I shook my head.
“I can’t,” I said, “it’s just not right to ask him that.” Mikey shrugged his shoulders.
“Your loss,” he mumbled, unpausing his game. I trudged back up the stairs and back into my room. Frank was still laying in my bed. He was awake, scrolling through something on his phone.
I sat back down next to him. He propped himself up on one of his elbows and smiled.
“You have got a massive case of bedhead,” he said with a cute little laugh.
“So?” I said. He smiled again
“I don’t know,” he said, “I kind of like the look,though.” I felt my cheeks burn a little. He sat up and scooted next to me. Our legs rubbed together again. But this time, I think it was on purpose.

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