It was another September afternoon and the school prince, Brandon Johnson and his best friend, Harrison Louverne just lay on the terrace, slurping their respective juice cans.

"Harrison is a huge dick" Brandon said lazily.
"Your grammar. Instead of 'is' it's 'has'" Harrison said.

"Harry, listen" Brandon said.
"What is it?" Harrison said while sipping his juice can. He was lying next to Brandon on the terrace. Harry and Brandon had been best friends since kindergarten, so they always shared all their secrets with each other. Only Brandon knew what Harry saw in his sister's room last summer and it had been a secret ever since.

"I'm bisexual" Brandon told him.
"Ha! I knew it—I never should have dabbed in front of you! Aww, what a waste for the ladies" Harry said looking at his juice can.
"What?" Brandon said.
"Brandon, I'm sorry I never noticed that you had gay feelings for me but I wanna stay just friends with you—"

"When did I ever say that I like you?"
"Who can it be but me?"
"It's someone,"
"Okay? Then, what should I do?"
"Huh? That's all you've gotta say?"

"Yes? You're bisexual, cool. You've got a larger pond to choose from. Plus, my competition reduced. Leave the girls alone now," Harry said.
"...You don't know what bisexual is, do you?"
"You date guys?"
"And girls,"
"Isn't that cheating?"
"Bro, I don't date them together."

"Oh, alright. As long as you don't become a two timing trash bag—I'm good."
Brandon looked at Harry and smiled. Harry smiled back, "So, my best friend is bisexual? Spicy,"
Brandon hugged Harry and squealed, "That went from hey bro to hey gurl real fast,"

"I love you, Harry! No homo!"
"I love you too, Brandon,"
"...And?"
"And?"

"YOU DIDN'T SAY NO HOMO!"
"Oh yeah, no homo,"
"Yes,"
"You haven't come out yet, have you?"
"I'm planning to come out. I've already confessed to the guy I like"

"WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT—ARE YOU IN SEASON?! STOP THINKING WITH YOUR DICK!"
"We can think with our dicks too?"
"Brandon—"
"Oh, that's why guys are smarter than girls!"
"What should I say? WHY DO YOU LIKE A GUY IN THE FIRST PLACE?" Harry shouted.

"That's because he's fundamentally different from all girls,"
"Of course, he's different! He has a fucking dick between his legs!"
"No,"
"He doesn't have a dick?"
"He does,"
"Then what no?"

"He is nice and cute."
"Bam! You're so gay, alright."
"I'm not sure yet. Harry can you be a girl?"
"We can just get rid of this penis real quick and yeah I can" Harry said.

"...Is your dick gone yet?"
"Wait—You're serious?" Brandon grabbed Harry's hair and kissed him on his lips. Harry was surprised but suddenly Brandon pushed him away and turned the other way.
"That was disgusting!" Brandon said rubbing his lips with his shirt.
"THANK GOD YOU DIDN'T GET ANY OF THOSE SHITTY IDEAS OF YOURS WHILE WALKING ON THE STREET!" Harry shouted while wiping his lips with his shirt.

"This proves it, I only like him!"
"You might not even be gay, dude. You've dated girls your entire life,"
"I'm bi"
"No, you're making the same mistake twice" Harry said.
"I never make the same mistakes twice. I make it five or six times, just to be sure," Brandon seemed proud.

"Have you kissed him already?" Harry asked.
"No, I haven't"
"Maybe it's just an illusion. You should try kissing him to find out whether you like him or not. and TAKE CONSENT! DON'T JUMP ON HIM!"
"Yes! I'll kiss him!"
"You totally ignored the consent part, didn't you?"
"Sweets Harry!" Brandon ran away.

"This is gonna be the biggest challenge of your life—To check if you're gay and not turn the other guy into one!" Harry raised his fist. He awkwardly let his fist down, "What am I doing?"

Class 1-A and 1-B had a joint class that day. The guys were playing football while the girls were just roaming here and there around the field. The sun was strong and most girls were there just to get tanned.
"I hate the sun," Kate mumbled and walked to his gym teacher, "Mr Dickson, can I go rest in the shade?" He asked his gym teacher.
"No! Be a strong man!" Mr Dickson shouted, "The sun makes you grow from a boy to a man. That's a beautiful process!" 

'What is this pedophile saying?'
Mr Dickson was tall and buff. Brown hair and tanned skin. He had a special kink of torturing all the male students and was often labelled as a pedophile by most of them since he seemed overly interested in the ways their body hit puberty. The girls were safe since he obviously wasn't interested in them.

"The sun makes you age, nothing else," Kate said.
"It'll give you a beautiful tan. Go there and play!"
Kate landed in the field and began running after the ball. American football was anything but peaceful. He hated being squished between those sweaty teenage bodies.
"Ugh! Someone here has not put deodorant! Fuck away right now cause your sweat stinks!" Kate shouted as the snatched the ball from one guy and everyone ran after him.

"Goal Kate!" Mr Dickson blew his whistle. Kate decided to throw the ball on his face but someone jumped at him from behind and the ball landed on Mr Dickson's dick. Kate got up and looked back, "Hi Kate,"
It was Brandon Johnson! 
"Mr Dickson!" All the boys surrounded him, "Are you okay, Mr Dickson?"
"Yes, don't worry about me." He got up slowly, "Kate!"
"I'm sorry, sir!" Kate stood straight and felt a strong pain in his ankle, "Ow!"

"I think Kate twisted his ankle," Brandon said.
"That's because some dude just jumped on me!"
Brandon looked away and whistled.
"Kate, come here, I'll tape your feet," Mr Dickson asked the other boys to continue the game while he made Kate sit on the grass and looked at Kate's feet. He began moving it.

'Hmm, this smoothness of youthful skin and the flexibility of developing muscles,' 
"Does it hurt?" Mr Dickson asked.
"Yes," Kate said.
"Oh, where does it hurt? Here?"
"Yes,"
"And here?" 
Brandon gently tapped his shoulder, "Sir, the headmistress is calling you," He was smiling.

"Oh, is that so? But Kate—"
"It's alright, I'll tape his leg,"
"Oh okay. If it doesn't stop hurting, you should visit a doctor," Mr Dickson left.
Brandon pulled the tape, "What a creep," He mumbled.

"What?"
Brandon shook his head, "Let's tape your feet,"
Mr Dickson went to the headmistress' office, "Did you call me, miss?"
She looked at him, "Mr Dickson? No I didn't? But since you are here, could you just help me with these printouts,"
"Erm, yeah sure,"

Kate and Brandon sat on the grass and looked down at the football field far away.
"Kate, you don't like the sun?"
"I mean, it's hot, makes you sweat, burn and age,"
"But then what about tan?"
"You can always put fake tan,"

"Yeah, true," Brandon looked ahead. Kate smirked, "Looks like our class is gonna win"
"Oh! I can make sure my class is the one who wins"
"There's no way you can cover a three goal difference in such a short time,"
"Well, if I do, then?"
"You wanna bet?" 

"Yeah! If you win, I'm gonna get on my knees and apologize to your sister for dumping her in front of the entire school," Brandon said.
"Let's do it!"
"But if I win, you'll let me kiss you,"
"Deal!" Kate was sure he'd win this.

Brandon ran away towards the football field, "Hey, I'm here! Somebody change!" He shouted.
"Hey Brandon, good you're here. Change with me dude, I'm dead tired" Harry wiped the sweat on his face with his shirt.
"Hey James, change with me!" Brandon ignored Harry.
"I said change with me—" Harry was about to say something when Brandon wrapped his arm around Harry's neck, "You're playing with me."

"I TOLD YOU I'M TIRED!" Harry shouted.
"I'm sure you'll be fine" Brandon patted Harry's back and rushed to the field. The game resumed. As Brandon's feet touched the field's grass, the field was surrounded by girls. "BRANDON! BRANDON! YOU CAN DO IT!" They screamed and cheered for him as he waved at them.

"Wait! Is that girl from our class?" Kate said to himself while he was still sitting under the tree shade and watching "Ugh! What a bitch! She's cheering for a guy from the other class!"
As expected of him, Brandon easily scored two goals in the 90 seconds. All he needed was to score one more goal in the last 30 seconds to put the game to a tie. The time was running and Brandon was continuously facing defenders, soon he was surrounded by two defenders.

"YEAH! GO JAKE!" Kate shouted. He looked pretty happy as he was sure that now, victory of class 1-B was impossible! It was his class which was gonna win this. Brandon looked at Jake, who was the defender, then, he passed the ball to Harry who was standing diagonally opposite to him. It hit his face and bounced back at him. He caught it and threw it with maximum force and all the girls shouted "GOAL!" 

Wait.

-To be continued

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