Andrew never hated church, he just felt uncomfortable there, he knew why but he didn't want to face that reason, so he just believed that he was bored. Maybe it was the clothes as well, he never liked tight fitting outfits.

Church was boring, but if he showed one ounce of tiredness there, his Dad would floor him in a second. His Dad, Sean, was well known in the church for two things: one for his dedication to Irish Catholicism and the second for being very passionate during church. He was always the loudest during the songs, he wasn't afraid to show his love for God.

Andrews Mother, Fiona, was friendly, and often went out with the other woman who attended church after church. She was stunning, long red curly hair, pale white skin, freckles dotted her face and shoulders, and even though she gained a little weight after pregnancy, lots of women envied her figure.

Andrew himself was envied by women too, for being a great son, and just a kind young man. His mother's friends always said, "oh why can't my husband be like you?" Which made him feel bad. Usually their husbands believed their wives should know that if he's watching a game, he's not getting up to help with dinner. Andrews father was the same, and instead of sitting with his dad, he would help his mom. Fiona would boast about this.

Sean on the other hand wasn't fond of this, he would always complain to Andrew about how his friends sons would sit with their fathers and watch a game, or talk about sports. The closest thing Andrew had with sports was playing baseball for his school, but outside of that, he never found an interest in actually watching a game or talking about sports.

As they walked out of the church, the family was stopped by Jane, one of Fionas friends.

"Hello Jane! How are you this morning?" Fiona smiled. Jane was a short, chubby mother of 2, twins actually- one a girl one a boy, both were 2 years old and made a scene every Sunday at church.

"Oh you know, just trying to keep it together when these two fall apart, I'm so sorry but I must ask you again..." Jane sighed, but Fiona was already nodding before she asked the favor.

"Yes I'll watch them again this evening! They are little angels!"

"Little angels don't cry during church..." Jane sighed and looked at her daughter Mia, who was still sniffling from her fiasco during the service.

Sean grunted in agreement, which resulted in Fiona lightly hitting his chest. Andrew felt a rush of embarrassment, his father had no filter, he couldn't even keep his distaste in someones child.

"Again, I'm so sorry-"

"No don't be Jane, I remember when Andrew was a little baby, he would cry so much at night." Fiona looked at Andrew, who was zoning out. Both women giggled at this.

"Okay well I'll drop them off at 5 then, thank you so much, god bless!" And off Jane went with her two children.

Andrew snapped back into reality when his dad tapped the back of his head firmly, he rubbed the spot he touched and followed his parents to their car, he sat in the back and looked out the window.

His eyes helplessly moved to a man, roughly the same age as him, walking on the sidewalk, he was attractive. But with some effort, Andrew was able to ignore him and his own desires.

"I swear, if I hear one more commercial about this damn "pride month", there's no month made for celebrating sin, there's June, and that's it." Andrew heard his dad slam his hand on the wheel, then sigh. "This world, what has it come to?".

His mom stayed silent, and turned off the radio. Then she broke the silence, "Andrew, have you found any girls yet? You're almost a senior!".

"No... no I haven't." He shuffled in his seat to sit up, but that didn't help the sound of tiredness in his voice.

"Well, I guess you're just waiting for the right one!" She turned to face him and smiled, Andrew smiled back but the hint of unsureness didn't pass by Fionas eye.

The ride home was quiet, and when they got home Andrew went to his bathroom to take a shower. He got undressed and stepped into the shower, but sat down in the corner avoiding the water so he could go on his phone.

He went on Instagram and saw multiple posts about pride month, he didn't know how to feel. Disgusted or understood.

I can't be gay, even if I was I can't be gay, I'm not allowed to...

He closed the app and went on Google, switching the tab to incognito and going on a porn website. He looked at girls even though he knew he wouldn't get off on it.

If I keep on forcing myself to find this attractive then I will

That's what he thought. But it never worked, so after attempting to successfully pleasure himself while watching girls do the same thing, he quit realizing his body was only responding to his own touch. He turned off his phone, put it on the sink, and finished showering.

After changing into sweatpants and a shirt, he laid down in bed, and fell asleep. But in his sleep, that guy he saw walking showed up in his mind, making him wake up. His body felt hot, and his chest ached along with another part of his body.

Am I getting turned on by that guy I saw walking?!

Embarrassment clouded his head along with shame, he didn't even know this man and yet his body was already claiming that it wanted to have sex with him. HIM. He wanted to cry or yell, really both. He wanted to punch himself, it was shameful!

What was worse was when Andrew remembered that this person had the same symbol as Andrews school on his backpack.