My feet were killing me, that much I can say with absolute confidence. The dance floor was packed with party goers clad in dresses and suits, and the music was so loud it hurt my ears. We were in a circle - my friends and I - dancing. Mel wore a puffy blue gown and a tiara, crowning her as the birthday girl; she weaved in and out of the crowd, greeting her guests and hugging family members.

I told myself not to think - if I did, I would almost definitely chicken out. Just do it! I thought to myself. I tapped his shoulder, and watched him turn around to meet my eyes.
Swallow. "Can I talk to you over there?" I asked, pointing to a quiet spot behind the projector screen.

"Sure," he said, following me to where I'd pointed. There was no turning back; I could lie of course, but I was sick of that. Tommy was one of my best friends, and I felt like I'd spent years lying to him. It was time to tell the truth.

I opened my mouth and then closed it again. He was watching me, waiting for an explanation as to why I'd brought him over there. Oh God, I thought. I can't do this. "Sorry," I muttered, trying to fill the awkward silence.

"It's okay."

Should I tell him? No. But I have to! So, do it. But I can't! He's waiting for you to say something. I argued with myself for what may have been the longest five seconds I've ever experienced. Say it.

"I... I think I might be a lesbian." I held my breath, not entirely sure he'd even heard me.

"Oh."

He said it in such a nonchalant way, but it wasn't enough to reassure me. "Are you okay with that?"

"Well, yeah. It's your decision."

"But do you care?" I knew the answer already, but I had to hear it from him. I had to know for sure.

"Yeah," he said, "but in a good way."

We hugged briefly, despite still being sweaty from all the dancing, and returned to the party.