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"Alex... Alex it's me. I'm John."

She looks on at you with stunned disbelief and begins to laugh. She starts looking around the room, setting the spare pair of clothes on the couch.

"Very funny John. Where are you? Who's the new girl? She's kinda cute. Does she swing my way?"

"You mean am I a lesbian? Like you. Like how you told me in eighth grade and haven't had the courage to open up to anyone else every since? Not even your mom, who talks so much about how proud she is of your gay uncle that you think she's compensating and doesn't actually like it?"

Your words have an immediate impact. Alex first begins to go pale, then she turns angry, then borderline furious.

"He told you that?! How dare he! Those were private moments! So much for trusting that fucker!"

Alex makes for the front door and you block her path, arms splayed out in front of you. You have to make her listen to you, she has to understand.

"Alex, please. I have never and would never tell anyone about that. You know me. I. Am. John."