“Oh, no.” Will sank back to the bed and covered his eyes. I felt guilty, I knew Will didn’t like all the bad feeling. “I’m sorry,” I said kneeling at the side of his bed.
“I’ve got to live with people like Marve and Wilma, I’ve learned it’s best not to confront them. It’s better to just stay quiet and avoid trouble.”
My feelings of guilt were getting stronger. “I’m sorry. I didn’t start it, honest I didn’t.” I put a hand on Will’s arm and gently lifted it from his eyes. “I’m not gonna have ignorant people like him say nasty things about you.” I hesitated for just a moment before adding, “And me. It’s not right. We should be able to live how we want to.”
“What are you saying?” Will asked softly, his eyes looking deep into mine.
“I’m pretty sure I’m like you, I, I’m gay.” I whispered the
