Elsa and Tyrone were silent for a moment. 

"Guys?"

"Oh my God," Elsa gasped. "When did you realize?"

"I've always liked them," I confessed. "I just wasn't comfortable with admitting it until now." I thought about Warren and how he had helped me come to terms with my sexuality. I was grateful for him. 

Tyrone was still silent. 

"Ty? You okay?" I questioned. "Did I say something wrong?"

"Look man, I'm gonna be honest with you," he started. "I've always known. I knew you were gay before you knew you were gay." I cracked a smile, thankful that he wasn't disgusted with me. Thankful that they didn't consider my sexuality a mental illness. 

"I'm thinking about telling my dad but I don't know how he'll take it," I sighed, recalling all the things he had said about people who liked people of the same gender. "Do I just not tell him?"

"That's completely your call," Tyrone said. "But if you tell him and he doesn't take it well, you've always got us. And the sexy dude with the eyebrow piercing I guess."

"Speaking of," Elsa began with a cheeky smile. "Do you like anyone right now? The eyebrow piercing guy maybe?"

"Warren," I reminded them for what seemed like the hundredth time. "His name is Warren."

"Such a hot name," Tyrone swooned. "You should introduce us to him."

"I'm going to get a tattoo with him tomorrow," I confessed. "Kirby with a rainbow."

"A tattoo? I never thought you were the type," Elsa said, an amused expression lingering on her face. "Is the rainbow a symbol of your newly-discovered homosexuality?"

"It's not newly-discovered," I said. "And no."

"You have to introduce us to him when you guys are back here," he began. "Since you'll be back in, what, three days?"

I nodded, "And he's going back home tomorrow night."

"And he still managed to make time for you? How sweet."

Elsa hummed, "Look, I know you're saying you don't have feelings for him but I bet you a hundred bucks you two are going to live out some romance novel sooner or later. This always happens. I've seen it in movies and read about it in books."

"Except this isn't a movie or a book," I stated. "This is real life."

"If this were a book, I think we can all agree that I'd be the main character," Elsa responded, flipping her hair dramatically and gazing off into the distance like some captivating siren. The silence she was met with led to her clearing her throat awkwardly, "You guys suck."

Another period of silence followed after that and this gave way for my mind to think about my father and Aunt Delancey again. I let out a defeated sigh. I couldn't imagine her legally being my stepmother. I couldn't imagine father marrying his dead wife's sister. Francis' words had stuck with me. 

I jumped when the sound of my phone ringing brought me back to reality. After I'd read the name on the screen, I answered, "Warren?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tyrone and Elsa beginning to snicker on my laptop screen. I rolled my eyes at them before signaling for them to quiet down. 

"Hey, Juno, I'm sorry for bothering you but are you free right now?" 

Elsa writing down something on a sheet of paper distracted me for a bit. After a moment, she turned the sheet of paper around and, since it was mirrored, I couldn't comprehend it. When she'd noticed, she pulled out another sheet of paper and began writing again. This time, when she turned it around, I could read the words - but barely, because her handwriting was awful - 'PUT HIM ON SPEAKER'. I ignored her.

"I'm free, yeah. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine," he responded. "But I have to do some packing since I'm leaving tomorrow and I haven't started at all. I remember you said you liked packing so I wanted to ask if you would be willing to help me out. It's alright if you don't want to."

"I would love to," I interrupted. "I don't really know where you live though, can you send me your location?"

"No need, I'll come pick you up myself. Send me your address."

I agreed and hung up. I sent him my location and turned to face the laptop screen.

"Why do you guys have that look on your faces?"

"Go get that man, tiger."