Camp Closeted

Logan finally began to speak. "If it makes you feel better, you're not the only who's gone through bullshit." He slowly licked over his lips as I looked at him. "I got kicked out by my parents when I came out. It was my fault, I should've not done it knowing they're super religious."

"I'm sorry." I breathed out, returning Logan's deep gaze. "Also it's not your fault that your parents couldn't accept you. That's on them, not you."

Logan threw me a small smile as I watched his eyes scan over my face, his hand still gently placed on mine.

Benny loudly coughed, grabbing both of our attentions. "Well damn, before y'all fuck on the table I wanna tell my story too." He cackled, Logan playfully rolling his eyes and chuckling as his hand went away. "Micah you see that woman back there?" His eyes gestured me to turn around.

"The lunch lady?" I turned back around towards at him.

pop music and me borrowing her wig thinking I'm having my own world tour. Luckily enough she already worked for this place so here I am. When I first came here I was honestly too shook at the amount of gorgeous guys that filled this place like goddamn! But I'm

I do." I

raised a finger to speak again, but this time softer. "And also, the longer you stay here, the more you notice that a lot of these boys are just nothing but a pretty face and a hot body. None of them really have that

is it?" I

his hands as he spoke as if he really did speak from his heart about this. "An attractive outside can only

face, check." Benny narrowed his

Forever 21 mannequins, here they come." Benny's eyes looked behind me as

guys we were just talking  about. Posh, Milan, and Cadence. I can tell their parents took their time picking their names out because they