DAMN, HE WAS A SLUT.

"Like a book, Johan, I know you very well. You'd like to deny it. You don't want me to know because you believe I will treat you unfairly and despise you. Okay, I'm not that kind of person, and I will never be that kind of person. I know I didn't talk to you because I was angry, and I felt like I wasn't as important to you as your best friend. At the very least, I'm the first person you should consider telling it to.' He elaborated.

"I predicted that you would snap and be disgusted with me. That is why I didn't tell you,' I admitted.

"Nonetheless, I still snapped and became disgusted. When will I find out about it, in the future or when you are old or dead?' He began to laugh as he said this.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny,' I said.

"Come on, Johan, stop pouting.' He said, still laughing.

"I'm not,' I said, and we both burst out laughing, before he looked at me.

"So, are you...?"

"I'm still straight," I replied quickly. I knew what he was going to say.

"Johan, you're not straight.