WE LEFT THE cinema after the movie was finished although I would have liked it to be during the movie because I was bored. Rian seemed to love it. As we were leaving, she couldn't stop talking about it.

But then she stopped. She was staring straight ahead and her eyes widened dramatically. Her jaw dropped and for a minute I thought she just witnessed someone being murdered. When I looked in the direction in which she was staring, I realized it was just Jonny.

Why was he here? I thought I would be able to have a cool Saturday night with just my girlfriend and cheesy romcoms. Although, for most of the night the only thing I could think about was him and his sexuality.

I couldn't help it. I was curious. But apparently my curious questions are considered as homophobia. All I want to know is how? How did he realize it? Did he just wake up one morning and found himself liking guys? He says its been part of him since childhood but it still just doesn't make sense. How can he say that? Is he trying to suggest that as a kid he thought about other little boys? That's stupid. Children are innocent. They don't know about gay and straight.

God, I don't get this. I don't get it.

"Jonny!" Rian almost broke my ear drum with her screech. She ran to him and wrapped her arms around him happily. If I didn't know any better I'd say something was going on there. But I know he's into guys and she's into me.

I slowly walked to the scene, feeling a tad awkward. He hates me; she likes him; am I supposed to just stand here and watch on? I sighed softly, and somehow that drew attention to myself. Admittedly, I did get a strange feeling that maybe Jonny was just waiting to cuss me out. One second passed. Two seconds. Three. Then four. And nothing like that happened.

Instead he smiled at me. "Hey man."

"Hey." I replied then looked down.

"What's the matter with you two?" Rian laughed softly.

"Nothing." I said to her but kept my eyes on his brown ones. He rose his brows questioningly at me and I nodded my head slightly, barely even noticeable. But he got it. I don't even know what I was trying to say, but he got it. What does that mean? Are we friends again? Are we not friends for good? What does that mean? What does that mean, Jonny?

I remained in the background for a while as they spoke to each other. I felt like a child in the supermarket when their parents met up with old friends. All they want to do is continue shopping, but their parents have other thoughts. All I want to do is walk away. I want to go home now. The date was great, I got to spend time with my girlfriend and that's all that matters really. Now we can leave. I don't know what Jonny is doing.

When Rian and Jonny Cooper finally walked away from each other, I let out a sigh of relief. I could have sworn they would have taken each other home. Rian came back to me with a grin.

"I think he's going on a date. He didn't say with who." She said to me. "But its like so late right now. My mother would never allow me to come out at this time on a date." Rian spoke and the only thing in my mind was Jonny, again.

He's going on a date! There is another gay guy here? What? I didn't know that.

Eventually I said to Rian, "Because you're a girl." I needed a distraction. And I'm certain this would impel her to argue with me. Which is what I need.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing." I said.

"You're so sexist." She spat and began to walk ahead of me. I could easily catch up to her, but I don't really want to. I actually want to go back to the cinema and find Jonny and his date. I would like the see the guy who he took out, or who took him out or whatever (I don't even know how that works). Maybe he's some skinny, shrimpy looking guy, who barely has enough meat on his body to feed a cockroach; or maybe he's a large guy, someone with a body like The Rock or Vin Diesel; or maybe he's with an average looking guy. I wonder what movie they're watching. If its the same movie Rian and I watched. An action movie was also showing, and a horror, maybe they watched one of those.

I walked Rian home in silence. Even though she claimed to be angry, she still pecked my cheek before she left me standing on the street, slightly confused. I shrugged my shoulders eventually then continued to walk down the street to my place. I'm thankful everyone lives close by, so I don't have much waking to do.

I walked down the street with my hands stuffed into my pockets and my head down. I stared at my shoes -- an old pair of black vans. I should upgrade my wardrobe. All I wear are jeans and tops and jackets. But boys don't really have to do much to their closet, so I think I'll remain this way. I began go whistle. I didn't even know I could do that. I haven't whistled since... Well since ever. My mother told me I shouldn't whistle at night, and I don't really know why, but I've never done it. Until now.

I whistled off-key and walked down the street.

When I got home, I went straight to my bedroom. My parents were in their rooms. I heard the quick tapping of the keys on the laptop, and I knew instantly that my mother was awake. I contemplated if to pop in and let her know I'm home, but eventually I decided against it.

Ma hates being interrupted when she's writing, which is why she does it at night, after Dad is already asleep. She said she thinks better when no one is looking over her shoulder or waiting for her to finish or bothering her constantly. I can understand that.

So, I walked past their bedroom and went to mine. I peeled my left shoe off with my right heel, then did the same for the right shoe. I tried taking off my socks that way, but I couldn't. It never worked. I've tried a dozen times, it never works for me. I pulled down my jeans then took off my jacket and T-shirt. I remained standing half naked in my bedroom. I don't know what I waiting for. I don't know why I remained there.

After a while of just standing there in the center of my room, I decided to take a shower. The shower was cold. Cold showers at night are great. I stand underneath the showerhead, allowing the water to run down my body. I sighed softly. The water went into my eyes and they burnt slightly, but I didn't move to change anything. I began to feel cold. So I stopped then.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Without completely drying off the water, I plopped down on my bed. My back pressed against the head of the bed and my legs stretched out in front of me. I picked up my phone.

Its been thirty minutes. I spent thirty minutes in the shower. Just standing there doing absolutely nothing. I chuckled softly. Wow. I scrolled through my social media for a while longer, still completely naked. I wasn't even cold. I felt pretty comfortable just sitting there and scrolling through my phone.

I looked up from my phone then turned it off and dropped it on my bed beside me. I stared out the window, into my neighbor's dark room. The room is always dark. No one has been in that room for years. Mr and Mrs Regis have been in that house since I was living in mine. They're a couple about my parents' age, and they had no kids. It made me wonder why they moved here in the first place if they never would have a family. Well I can't say that -- I don't know if they would have children in the future. But since I can remember, they've had that bedroom lights off. When its daytime, I can see in, well not a lot. All I really see is a bed and everything else is in another part of the room that my eyes can't quite catch.

Then, just as if on cue the lights in the room came on in an instant. I almost immediately lie back in bed and stared up at the ceiling. Who the hell is in that room right now? For god sakes! I slowly rose my head again to see who exactly was inside the room.

I spotted the person, and almost immediately could tell who it was. Jonny Cooper. Obviously. Its like the kid is everywhere. He was pacing the room and to be honest he looked a bit angry. I stared as he began to talk, well shout.

"No, ah, it was fine... Just sorta horrible." He said. He probably was speaking to Mr or Mrs Regis. I didn't hear their reply, but he shouted back down. "No, I'm fine. I'm just going to bed." He'd stop pacing now and was just standing, waiting for them to speak again. When they apparently didn't, he seemed to relax a bit. Jonny ran his fingers through his hair then plopped down on his bed. I don't know why, but I continued to stare across.

He pulled off his top and remained shirtless for a while. My eyes widened when they landed on his chest. It was automatic; his shirt comes off, I look at his abs. I stood up to get a better view, since the view from my bed wasn't the best now that he's sitting on his bed. I stood beside my window, trying not to make it seem as obvious as it is. Jonny stood up from his bed (and I stared like my life depended on it) and began to undo his jeans. I shouldn't watch. Why am I watching? Despite my thoughts, I continued to gaze out the window, into his bedroom as he chugged his jeans down.

I bit my bottom lip. Wow.. He's not so bad off, judging from the bulge in his boxers.

Crap.

What am I doing? I shouldn't be doing this? Why am I looking at him half naked, and why am I actually liking it?