I was jittery the next morning. Very jittery. I usually got here before Abby, and I wondered when Greg was gonna show up. I kept jumping at every little noise, until finally I spotted him shuffling towards me, still wearing that squishy, grey, oversized hoodie he always wore. We made eye contact and I quickly broke and looked down as he stood next to me. We both stood there awkwardly for a few minutes.

"So..." He trailed off.

"Yeah." I replied, I hated this, I feel my face burning up with embarrassment as I struggled to stay calm.

"Goodness Micah." Greg broke the silence finally, reaching up to clasps his chest. "Is that...? Is that you?"

"Is wh-what me?" I stammered wondering what the heck he was referring too.

He grimaced. "That, good golly I think I'm picking up on your heart beat, would you calm down for a second?"

"I-I can't help it, you make me nervous!" I stuttered again.

Greg shook his head I'd disbelief. "No wonder you're so skinny with this thing hammering around in your chest all day."

"Can you really feel that?" I asked, stepping away from him ever so slightly.

"Are you saying you don't?"

"No!"

"Okay calm down." Greg interrupted, seeing as I was getting worked up. "It's not that bad I was just messing with you."

"Can you really feel my heartbeat though?" I quietly demanded, slightly curious.

He looked at me for a moment. "Yeah. It's really weird."

"I don't feel yours." I admitted, wondering if something was wrong.

"I think it's probably because I'm not the one having five heart attacks at once right now."

"Greg!"

"Right, sorry."

We stood there in awkward silence for a few more minutes.

"About yesterday..." I started.

"Yeah." He agreed.

"Yeah." I replied

Greg shrugged. "Listen I'm not...holding a grudge or anything, but why did you run away?"

There it was, the question I wasn't ready for. I could my heart pounding in my ears.

"Whoa, hey man, I didn't mean to freak you out with the questions it's just, I got a lot if mixed signals." Greg said again, trying very hard not to reach up his chest again.

"N-no I get it. I'm sorry I just wasn't expecting...a boy."

"Oh." Greg replied. "So...you're not gay?"

I rubbed my arms nervously. "I don't know."

"Questioning?"

"I guess."

He had to look up at me to look into my eyes, and he stepped a bit closer. I pretended like a didn't notice but I felt calmer. He had a weird effect on me.

"That's perfectly fine if you don't know, take it from me, rushing to find an identity is the wrong thing to do, you should just, take your time." Greg advised, and did something I wasn't used used to seeing, he smiled, just a bit.

I blinked, and smiled back, just a little bit too. This felt good, which was strange. "This is so weird."

"What is?"

"You being nice, and...smiling."

Greg looked embarrassed. "It's mostly just an act. I'm, uh, I get pretty scared of being outed, you know from the closet. It's easier to just get angry at someone."

"Oh, so are you gay?" I asked. "Is that too personal?"

"Well usually yes but considering the fact that you're my soulmate I don't think it applies to you." He shrugged. "Yes, I am completely and utterly gay. Lick me and you'll taste the whole fricken rainbow."

I blushed and laughed weakly, I'm not sure why. "Oh my God, you're, you're funny."

Greg shrugged. "I told you it's mostly just an act."

It was then I spotted Abby walking towards us, and so did Greg. He pursed his lips and started backing away from me when I stopped him.

"No no no, it's cool. She knows." I explained.

"Oh, how many people did you tell?" He asked, his voice had shifted from lighthearted to more serious.

"Only her." I assured.

She came up to us and gave the two of us a hard look. "Gregory."

"Abigail." He returned.

"So are you two cool now? Did you work everything out?" She asked. "Should I start being friendly towards you?"

Greg looked uncomfortable. I wish I knew what he was thinking.

"We can't tell anyone else." He started. "I'm not out of the closet, and I'm guessing your parents are the same, Micah?"

I nodded. Or at least as far as I knew they were. We never sat down and talked about this kinds of stuff, so I just assumed they were uncomfortable. I knew I could never ask them without panicking. Thinking about that made my stomach hurt.

"So no, don't start acting friendly towards me when we're in public. We have to act like nothing happened." Greg insisted. "In private, uh. Sure I guess."

"Is this considered private?" Abby inquired. "I wanna see the glow!"

Greg and looked at each other for a moment. Greg shrugged and reached for my hand, as soon as he touched me I felt different. It was hard to explain, but sure enough the glow built up and started to shine through my rib cage. It wasn't obvious in the daylight unless you were up close. I pulled down the neck of my shirt to show it off, and Abby's eyes widened.

"Wow, that's amazing!" She ogled, than glanced over at Greg.

"I'm not showing mine." He said stiffly.

Abby shrugged. In the meantime I was preoccupied by Greg holding my hand. His skin was warm and soft. It was nice, it was so nice I wasn't sure what to do with all the extra jittery feelings I got from it. They eventually worked their way into a smile.

Greg let go and the feeling diminished, and I started worrying about how I was supposed to go through my whole day without spontaneously combusting from either worry or giddiness.

Classes dragged on even more so than usual. I kept thinking about what Greg had told me, that it was okay to be questioning. I was definitely questioning, questioning everything. I thought about, Greg, and how he was my soulmate, and how he was the one I was destined to fall in completely and utterly in love with. Which I was strangely okay with, but I thought I was straight? I know I like girls. Can you like girls...and boys? I feel like I should ask Abby about this, she would know.

"You feeling okay Micah?" Mr. Barton asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I realized I had bee staring a blank canvas for a few minutes now. "Uh...yeah. Just a lot on my mind."

"Does it have to do with that girl you like?"

I felt a hot stab in my gut as I lied. "Uh yeah. Turns out she's not...she's not the one."

He patted my shoulder. "Remember what I said."

I bit my lip and decided to stop there. I couldn't tell him everything, I had promised Greg. Gregory Smith. My soulmate Gregory Smith.

I tried to hide to hide my blush as I hurried off to play practice, now fully aware that I very much liked boys.