My dad? Well, he had never had much in regards to expectations when it came to Oz. With me, it was different. I was his 'safe kid', as he so sweetly put It after Oz had come out to him.

"I'm not gay, Blake," I said softly, blinking hard against the sting of emotion. "But I- I kissed him and it felt — " I shook my head, sneering. "It felt good. Fuck. I like girls, okay. Not guys. But he's different and I don't know what it means or what to do and every time we kiss I feel I'm doing something wrong, like I'm going fucking crazy."

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