“It’s like a gay wonderland, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” I turned, shocked.
“Well, look,” he pointed out the rainbow. “It’s like it was made for me.”
“Oh,” I said blankly, unmoved. “Okay…” Did that mean he was gay, or… God, I hoped he meant happy. My loins twitched.
He ran out into the clearing. Okay, so he didn’t like bushwalks. But did he really have to look so gay? It made me nervous. I walked slowly after him.
“Come on, Matt, don’t be such a stiff!” he called back to me.
I had to repress a shudder. Telling your mate you’re gay then making jokes is not cool.
Prompt from Madison Woods‘ blog.