She already knew

Then a bright smile comes to her face. “Thank you for finally telling me. Although I’ve known for a good amount of time.” She leans into your ear and whispers, “I’ve seen a little tent in your pants from time to time.” She pulls back and winks. “Don’t worry, though, I haven’t told anyone.” Her words bring you to tears. “You’re the best, you know that?!” Miranda finds herself wrapped in your arms, tears soak her neck and seep into her shirt. The bond between your friendship tightens tenfold. “Carter I’m so happy you came out to me. I was really worried you just didn’t trust me or hated me,” her eyes fall to a sad gaze, “Why did you wait so long?”

“I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I didn’t want you to hate me or think I’m gross.” Ashamed of your situation, you find it hard to keep eye contact. “Well at least Nate doesn’t seem to mind,” Miranda playfully nudges you. Your eyes grow wide. “I… uh,” you quickly stand up. “Shit, shit,” searching for possible explanations, then thinking of worse case scenarios, “He’s going to hate me!”

The next day goes by like a blur, until PE. Of course Nate is there today, looking handsome as usual. Every so often when he jumps, his shirt reveals his once hidden abs. What a perfect man, you think, feeling your cheeks heat up. The two of you make eye contact over the course of the class, every time giving you a bright smile, reminding you of the kiss you shared last night.