“Don’t worry, Dar. I know you’re gay. I’m only messing with ya—” “Jesus Christ, Joey!” Darren hissed, clamping a hand on my shoulder. He looked around us, eyes wild and panicked, before he released a breath and muttered, “Not so loud, okay?” “Why do you do that?” I demanded, good mood forgotten as I shook his hand off, feeling my temper rise. “Why do you hide who you are?” He shook his head, blue eyes laced with pain. “Joey.” “No, it’s bullshit, Dar,” I pushed, unwilling to let it go. “I’m not ashamed of you, and you shouldn’t be, either.” “I’m not ashamed of myself,” he replied quietly.
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JOEYY <3
