Josie's P.O.V (p.s you're gonna love this)

Today was Perry's birthday and boy was I excited. I would also be staying the night at her house so there's that. But anyways I arrived at her house first thing in the morning. School had once again been cancelled. 

Come to think of it, why don't we cancel the people who deserve it? For example, Trump. But people are trying to cancel Lin for something he did like, what? 10 years ago? So we're focusing on Lin-Manuel Miranda and other people because of something they did years ago whilst ignoring the fact that there is a racist, homophobic and transphobic pedophile in the white house? Y'all need Jesus. 

Sorry, Author-chan had to vent a little bit. Back to the story.

I knocked and Anthony opened it. "Hi, Anthony! How are you?" I asked . "I'm fine. Um Paris is in her room if you wanted to know." He said, pointing up the stairs. Paris was drawing something when I came up. She looked at me and I swear I saw her blush. But oh well.

 "Hey Perry, whatcha drawing?" I asked, sitting next to her. "Oh! Just some fan art of Eliza." She said. She was really fidgety. "Paris, is something bothering you? If so, you can tell me." She shook her head.

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Paris opened my gift last and gasped when she saw what it was. You see, not too long before we left the hellhole we called our home, we made smol Eiffel tower statues. Paris has lost hers but I found it in my bag. I've held into it but I finally decided to give it back to her. These were very sentimental items to us. She hugged me and almost started crying.

fast forward to after cake time, Paris took her hand in mine. "Josie can we...can we go upstairs to my room for a few minutes?" I nodded. We sat down on her bed . She let out a heavy sigh. "I have something I...I need to t-tell you." She said. God, was it something bad? When she's stutters she's nervous so I know it's something big.

lol

She inhaled. She exhaled.

"I'm done." She started. " I'm done with all this internalized homophobia I've been experiencing. I'm a raging homosexual, it's time I accept that." 

I just stared at her. Damn I was happy. When I didn't say anything, she continued. "I will understand if you never talk to me again after this but I wanna say one more thing before that." 

"Josie, I've loved you since the moment I laid my seven year old eyes on you. I just wanted you to know that." 

I. Was. SHOOK.

She stood up, clearly starting to cry. I stood up as well and whirled her around, kissing her on the lips. She very quickly returned the kiss and after about a minute, she pushed me into the bed. DAMN this turned me on. She got on top of me and I nodded, giving her consent to do the naughties, because consent is sexy.

And that , my friends , is how I , Josephine Jamie Brandon , learned I was a fucking bottom.

we stan gay shit 🌈