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Phil was standing in his bedroom, Teddy at the desk beside him, watching Mrs. Johanssan from the window.
“Teds, Mrs. Johanssan is totally going to take her bra off,” Phil whisper shouted from his position by the window.
“Phil… stop staring at Mrs johanssan’s boobs, it’s perverted and disrespectful.”
“Why do you care? You’ve never said anything when I’ve done it in the past,”
Teddy paused. Why did he care? He guessed he kind of always cared, but it didn’t bother him this much until now. That’s when he realized. Oh. He liked Phil. A lot. Too much. He couldn’t be around Phil anymore. He needed to get away from him as fast as possible.
“Teds?” Phil questioned.
“Huh what? N-nothing it’s nothing! I just remembered I have somewhere to be!”
“Dude, if this is about Mrs. Johanssan I swear I’ll stop,”
“N-no it’s not about that,” Teddy said, voice quivering.
“What is it then? you know you can tell me anything right?”
“No. You’ll hate me. You’ll think I’m weird and disgusting.”
“I would never, you know that”
“No.”
“Teds, please”
“I-I like you,” Teddy said. So quietly it felt as if he wasn’t speaking at all.
“Well I know that! That’s why you’re here right now,”
“You don’t understand, I like you… in the way boys are supposed to like girls.”
Phil’s face flushed a bright shade of pink.
“Oh,” was all he could manage.
‘I knew this was a bad idea’ Teddy thought. He silently cursed himself for being so disgusting. This wasn’t how he was supposed to be. His father raised him better than this.
“Well! I have to get going now! Bye Phil see you never!”
“Wait, Teddy!” Phil cried.
“Phil, it’s ok. I know you hate me and never want to see me again” Teddy spoke, barely holding back tears.
“No, please just listen to me!” The taller boy paused and took a breath. “I like you. He whispered. More than I probably should.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“I already told you, I could never hate you, dumbass”
Teddy smiled at this. “Ok,” he said.
“Come sit next to me,” Phil whispered softly. Teddy slowly slid himself onto the empty spot on the mattress beside Phil.
“What are we gonna do about this Phil?”
Phil brushed his pinky against the side of teddy’s hand, and slowly interlaced their fingers.
“I don’t know”