I left to go to school and saw George sitting. I sat down next to him with a deep sigh. He smiled at me. 'What's up?'

'I'm so annoyed, I walked into my dads' room to say goodbye to them and they were cuddling.' I made a loud gag sound. 'That was actually so gross, they also dared to get sad when I told them it was disgusting. Like what do they expect? Do they expect me to like them touching each other? It's making me nauseous.'

George looked at his hands shortly and nodded. 'I don't understand either.'

I nodded and looked up at a group of boys passing by. George looked up too and I noticed him stare at them. George followed them with his eyes and I saw a slight smile on his face.

'Dude, you're staring at him.'

'Oh yeah, I think I know him from somewhere, but I don't know where. I think I've just seen him walk around here someday before.'

I nodded slowly and looked at George's face. 'What's on your face?'

'Where?'

'Your eye.'

I saw George blush as he wiped something black away from his eye.

'What's that?'

George shrugged. 'I don't know. What I do know is that I'm going to the toilet.'

I nodded and looked at George standing up. I kept staring at him until he was gone. I grabbed my phone and played some game, waiting for George to come back. He came back a few minutes later and sat down again.

'Can we hang out after school?' I asked.

'Sure. We can go to your place once.'

'But then you'll have to see my disgusting dads.'

'I don't mind,' George muttered as he looked away. 'You have two PC's so we could play together.'

'Okay, but don't complain that you have to see those disgusting faggots.'

George stared at his hands with a sad look in his eyes and looked back up after a while. He said nothing and we saw his brother walking from a distance. George smiled at his brother and ran to him. I walked to them a bit slower and George's brother grabbed George's hands.

George's brother had already finished high school, but to earn some money, he started helping people with subjects they found difficult. His brother was really good at maths and helped people who weren't as good.

I didn't know what they were saying, but the conversation stopped immediately when I arrived. 'Hi, Clay! How are you doing?'

'I was great until I walked in on my disgusting dads cuddling.'

George's brother nodded slowly. 'What do you mean disgusting?'

'They are faggots and I hate them. They are disgusting and in my opinion, everyone who is gay can just go to hell and die right away.'

'Excuse me?' George's brother said. 'They are your dads, aren't they?'

'One of them is, the other is just fake. He's not my dad and he will never be.'

'He raised you.'

'I don't want to be raised by such gross people.'

George's brother looked at me madly. 'Clay, can you stop? In fact, I like boys too.'

'What?' I asked.

'You heard it correctly. I like boys and girls, I don't know if I have a preference, but I like them both.'

'That's actually disgusting,' I yelled. 'Oh my goodness, what if you looked at me?'

'I wouldn't like you,' George's brother said.

'Do you accept this, George?'

I noticed that George didn't know what to say. His brother tapped his hand, I didn't know what it meant, but I left it like that. George shook his head after that. 'I don't accept this,' he whispered.

'I'm actually never coming over your place anymore,' I yelled at George's brother. 'Get away from me, you're gross. Please, don't tell me you also liked a boy or even kissed one, because I will just hit you.'

'I have liked about three boys. I haven't been in love, so I haven't kissed one. But I was attracted to them.'

I made a gag sound and grabbed George's hand. 'Get away from him, he's disgusting.'

George struggled for a bit, but I saw his brother tap his hand again. George nodded slowly and walked with me.

'Oh my goodness, they are everywhere. It's just a disease that keeps spreading. Don't let him touch you, you might get it too.'

George was quiet and I sat down on a bench next to him. He was staring at his hands so I started talking again.

'I'm so done with all of them. I'd rather have them all die than see them once again.'

'That's a bit far,' George said. 'I don't want you saying such a thing about your own dads and my brother.'

'You don't understand, do you?'

'I do, but-.'

'Because of my gay dads, I have been bullied for at least five years. FIVE YEARS, and I have always been teased about it. Do you know how much that hurts? I hate them, because they have to be so gross, I have to get bullied.'

'That's not a reason to hate everyone who likes boys.'

'That is a reason to hate everyone, because everyone is so incredibly gross. You have gross gays, but you also have incredibly gross gays.'

'What's the difference?'

'Boys using makeup, wearing girl's clothes AND liking boys. Those are the grossest people and I would beat them up if I saw one of them. Can you imagine that?'

'Uh- n-no. That would be w-weird.'

'Yeah, that's so gross. All those dumbasses who think they are a girl when they were obviously born a boy, they are so sick. Luckily I have you, you understand me and you know that you're a boy and you like girls.'

George nodded with a small smile on his face and looked at his hands. 'Yeah, I love girls.'

'I know.'

'Have you ever even liked a girl yourself?'

I shrugged. 'No, but I'm young. I can easily like one in a few months.'

'Are you attracted to them?'

'How do I know?'

'Do you want to have sex with them?'

I made a face. 'Ew, that's gross.'

'And with a boy?'

'What the hell? Are you asking me if I want to have sex with a boy? Of course I don't want that.'

I only hated the fact that I could imagine it so much better than being with a girl.