Camp Closeted

"Fuck dude." Jesse groaned out as he threw his head back, biting his lip in visible embarrassment.

"What?" I mumbled, my mouth getting filled by thick white cream that tasted incredible.

Jesse's cheeks intensely blushed. "I still can't believe I cried in front of you, that was so fucking embarrassing." He pouted.

I couldn't help but laugh as I continued to eat my frozen yogurt. "Jesse, it's okay to cry."

"No it's not. Only pussies cry." He crossed his arms like a child as I immediately frowned at what he said. "I'm not a pussy." He sternly added.

"Crying doesn't make you a pussy. Crying shouldn't affect a man's masculinity. Being scared to show vulnerability and owning up to your emotions just because you're afraid it'll affect your masculinity, sounds more pussy to be honest." I casually shrugged, watching his eyebrows quickly furrow down at me.

"I-I guess." Jesse slightly stuttered because he knew I was right, making me quietly chuckle to myself. "I just hate crying. It's too fucking dramatic and your nose gets all runny, your throat gets bloated as hell, and your eyes get red. It's just not a good feeling dude."

A moment of silence broke out as our eyes sort of just fought for dominance, and even if I was trying, I knew Jesse was winning. He spoke again with an enticing smirk. "What you looking at?"

My facial expression remained straight as I responded back. "Jesse I believed that you changed, I really do." I bit my lip as his smirk quickly faded away. "Please don't prove me wrong."

Jesse slowly nodded as his piercingly blue eyes met mine. "I have changed." He all of a sudden moved his body closer as he placed his frozen yogurt cup down. "I promise."

My jaw quickly clenched. "And also from now on, stop tarnishing Tristan's reputation. You have no right to do it and you have no reason to. Tristan is a human being that you did wrong and he shouldn't be the one being punished for it. I want you to stop."

Jesse looked visibly speechless as he continued to stutter. "O-okay."

"And you also need to apologize to him. Whether if he accepts it or not, that's his choice. I just want you to apologize." I breathed, looking off to the side. "I shouldn't even be having to tell you this."

"You're right." Jesse quietly agreed. "From now on, I'm a whole new Jesse, I promise. I-I'll even apologize to him today."

"Jesse." I blurted out his name. "I'm really trusting you. I don't trust a lot of people and I want you to understand that I'm serious." I made sure my voice spoke out slow and clear, to make sure he understands how serious I am about the situation.

"I know, I know Micah. You can trust me." Jesse tried to smile again, as he leaned in closer towards the small circular table. "So, are you mine now or what?"

on my spoon. "W-wait what?" My

being around you. I like everything about you actually." His deep husky voice let out

my anxiety immediately sky rocket. "Me, Benny, and Milan, are planning a party this weekend. I was wondering if

his head as a grin formed on his face. "You didn't answer my question, can I take you out or not?"

I actually forgot he was even asking

like the familiarly strong roar coming from a car.

Romeo's car..

the muscle car that parked right in front of our table as Ivy and Romeo can be seen through

I awkwardly became quiet as Romeo didn't even bother sparing me a glance, Ivy's

might speak a foreign language doesn't mean he doesn't understand the universal wave." She ranted as the car windows slowly went up, cutting

of the car, her hand

waved back, trying

walk with him towards the frozen yogurt place. "Told you the cute French boy knows what a wave is." She giggled, then entering

just heard. "Are they talking about you?

saying he's straight when he's clearly gay. He honestly thinks he can become straight if he just tries hard enough. He's only doing it too because

He spoke low as I quickly nodded in response. "Holy shit, I wanna give him a hug."

only filled with guys. Now she thinks the only reason why there's guys there is that so we don't get tempted to wanna do

he just looked down. "Poor girl, she's hot as

yogurt, my eyes glancing at Blaire visibly rolling her eyes in pleasure at the view

cash register and looked like she was telling Blaire to stop. Blaire quickly finished charging their yogurts

I cant believe she even dared to do that in front of me! She's lucky I didn't slap her."

at us as if she was gesturing to go talk to us for some reason. "Romeo you're being so rude, I just wanna chat with them. You know how much I love talking to other people from other countries." She bit her glossy lip, flipping her long blonde hair back as she walked passed

beginning to walk closer towards us. "Hola!" She greeted as my soul rolled its eyes. "I know that was Spanish but whatever, is this seat taken?" She bubbly asked Jesse,

no." Jesse

you the only one who knows how to speak English?" She looked back at Jesse. "Romeo told me the other guy only speaks pure French." She covered her mouth to the side but her voice was

just quickly nodded at him. "Y-yea."

you guys are just a bunch of cute French boys wanting learn more about Jesus huh?"

nodded again, his ocean eyes continuously shifting from ivy and onto