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It’s been a long day. A good day but long and Nick is questioning whether or not this was a good idea. He’s questioning a lot of things lately…
Which is why he’s here on sexualityIQ’s website about to take an “ultimate gay quiz” after skimming through a couple of scary articles and deciding they could wait. He takes a deep breath.
“Do you ever find yourself crushing on actors that are the same gender as you?”
Crushing… His understanding of that word has been slip-sliding around recently. Has he ever really had a crush? That fluttery, floaty feeling he gets around Charlie… is that what other teenagers feel all the time? Has he ever felt that way about anyone?
He closes his eyes and casts his mind backwards. One part yells at him that he’s taking this way too seriously and it’s a silly online quiz and this is just the first question but he keeps breathing and trying to remember other instances of the belly tingles he’d felt earlier when he’d contemplated letting his palm settle on Charlie’s.
Hmmm. David Tennant in a purple suit threatening Jessica Jones in a police station had made him feel funny but he’d thought it was about how awful his character Kilgrave was. Now maybe he can admit it was the dark pompadour, the angular face and the artful scruff.
Yeah, okay. Moving on.
“Are you a bit possessive of at least one friend of the same sex?”
Possessive? What does that mean? What does it look like?
His eyes drift up to the ceiling and he loses himself there for a minute. Suddenly his brain suggests switching the word “protective” into the sentence instead and it clicks. Yes, he definitely feels protective of Charlie. He’d kinda wanted to carry him home in his pocket tonight, cuddly blanket and all. Ooooooh, that kind of possessive. Clicking the “definitely” button.
“Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a member of the same sex?”
Well, he is now, thankyouverymuch! And the tingles are multiplying!
Okay okay. Yes again.
Finally the quiz releases him from the spiraling thoughts and full body endorphin flush. Sixty two percent homosexual.
Ummmm.
Wot?
Is that a thing? His brow furrows, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.
“Nicky, almost time for dinner!” His head snaps up as his mother’s voice calls up the stairs.
“Okay!” he yells back.
His eyes return to the giant rainbow rectangle on the screen. Slowly his ribcage expands and his shoulders straighten. Wow. He’s… that…
He’s under the rainbow. Somehow. That feels… nice, actually.
Like… a hug in visual format.
His hands drift down softly and begin to type again.
“am i partly gay?”
Without hesitation, he hits the enter button.