Do I like like Mel? I mean they’re pretty, and kind and… oh I really do like them, don’t I… But… I’m not /gay/, am I? AM I?!?! “Here we are!” They say. Mel pulls out a rusty, small, key. They fit it in the keyhole and twist. The pale green door opens, and they yell; “mama, I’m home!”. “Hey sweetheart” her mum calls down the hall. “Dinners in the oven. We-.”. She spots me. “YOU!” She screams. A tall boy runs down the stairs. “Mama are you ok?!?” He yells. Then he spots me, rolls his eyes and he walks back up the stairs. “Mama! Relax! She’s not like her mu-.” Mel is interrupted. “She… Lauren. If you say anything to my child.”. “I… yes… mamm?” I say nervously. We go up to their room. Mel’s room is a light grey room, with a pride flag on the wall. They had glow in the dark stars on the ceiling and their duvet cover was splatoon themed. They had a phone charger on the desk, which was covered in drawings and sketches. “And welcome to my room” they groan, flopping onto their bed. Suddenly I ask something dumb. “Mel, do you have a crush?”. “No.” Mel smiles knowingly. “I’m aroace. I don’t like people in that way.”. My heart falls. I… guess I like-liked mel… “I’m going to the toilet.” I mutter, shaken. “One door down to the left!” Mel shouts down the corridor. But… if I like-liked Mel… then… …Was I even straight?
