"We need to talk," I sighed.

Liam looked at me with wide, scared eyes. "Uh," he drew out.

"Shut up and follow me," I ordered, walking to my room and wringing my wrists. "Sit," I said, pointing to my bed. He sat. I laced back and forth, wringing my wrists desperately. What would he think? Would he feel weird? Would he not approve? Would it change anything? UGH!

"You're giving me anxiety just watching you," Liam told me. "Spill."

I stopped in front of him, deciding to just blurt it. Go! "I'm gay!" I word vomited.

Liam stared at me. Then he busted up laughing. I was shocked. "Oh my gosh you had me worked up. I didn't know what to expect. Okay. So you're gay."

"What do you,.. Think?" I asked awkwardly.

"I think whatever makes you happy makes me happy. If that's  a guy or a girl, I don't care." He smiled, stranding. I smiled and hugged him quickly. It was weird to hug my brother, I don't know why...

"Thanks Liam. That means a lot."

"It's cool. Now... Can I leave? I have plans...."

I laughed, "see ya."

Liam raced out of my room. Well that went well. Awkward, but well.