I told him I was gay when I was sixteen and a half. I just knew, see. I knew.
“Whaddya feel about me?” he asked.
“You’re my best friend.” Heart heavy, like Mum’s shopping bags, big and heavy and full o’ shit. I knew what he was thinkin’.
“I mean, do ya want to . . . . . ?”
I shook my head quick, unable to meet his eyes.