What does ‘gay’ mean?
El arrived home to find Will sketching on the room they both shared. They lived in a small 2-bedroom apartment in Chicago. Jonathan was renting a flat a few blocks away. “Hi.”
Will looked up form his sketchbook, “Hey. Where have you been? I was going to call mom in the next ten minutes if you didn’t show up.”
“I was with Lily at the school’s library. And it’s 7-5-6 so I’m still on time for curfew.”
“El, remember it’s said 7:56, not 7-5-6. And it’s fine, I just got worried. Mom called, she’s gonna be late, again,” he looked sad, “We have pizza left overs. Hungry?”
“Sure! And, Will?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you help me with my physics home please? I was only able to finish English at the library.”
“No problem. Let’s do it while eat.”
“Perfect.”
El put the table and brought her homework. Meanwhile, Will microwaved the pizza and tuned in the radio. Once the pizza was done, and Under Pressure played on the radio, Will sat next to El, and started to explain physics.
They took a few snacks with them when they went back to their room. El took some chips and started to read a magazine. Will had some cookies with him, but pretty much ignore them since he was sketching. “Will?”
“Yes,” he said without looking up from his sketchbook.
“Do you think Jo-mom,” El was still not used at calling Joyce mom, it was a new feeling for her, having a mother, “would let me stay at Lily’s this Friday?”
“Uh, I guess so,” he wasn’t paying that much attention. All of it was concentrated on trying to draw Eddie’s D&D next to the Party’s characters. Eddie had become Will’s best friend on Chicago. Eddie had clear that he was only the ‘Best Friend’ there, and that Mike would always be Will’s best friend. Well, sometimes Will doubt that. Mike was barely calling lately. And most of the time he would stay talking to El. The tension after their fight in the summer hadn’t really left.
“Will?”
“Yes?”
He was getting kinda annoyed. Not because of El asking that much questions, that was as common as school homework, but because he really wanted to focus. Eddie’s character was standing next to Will’s, and to his other side stood Mike’s. From left to right the characters would go: Eddie, Will, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and El. Will hoped that if the rest of the Party met Eddie they would like him and it wouldn’t be like Max all over again. Eddie had the bonus point that he also liked D&D. Maybe that was why he was getting frustrated over the drawing, he really wanted to make Eddie fit in.
“Lily likes you.”
“Uh, nice.”
“She likes you like, boyfriend like you,” she was now sitting looking at Will’s bed.
“Good to now.”
“Would you be her boyfriend?”
“El, if she likes me then she should ask me.”
“But would you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Cause, no.”
“You never go out.”
“I just- don’t want to,” Will was getting, not mad, but sad. There was one clear motive for him not wanting to go out with her.
“What about Max?”
“No.”
“Princes Leia?”
Will throw his sketchbook to the floor and faced El. “No, El! I wouldn’t go out with any of them.”
“Why?”
“BECAUSE IM FUCKING GAY! I WOULDN’T DATE LEIA, I WOULD DATE HAN SOLO! I WOULDN’T DATE LILY, I WOULD DATE EDDIE! I WOULDN’T DATE MAX, I WOULD DATE MIKE!” Will stopped there, tears running down his cheeks.
He threw himself onto his bed and covered his face with a pillow. That was the first time he had admitted that truth aloud.
El looked curious, she stood from her bed and sat on Will’s. “What does ‘gay’ mean?”
Will sniffed and took the pillow of his face. “You- you don’t know what gay means?”
“I think I’ve heard it. I remember a guy at Hawkins called you that when you were missing. Mike pushed him.”
He laughed. “Of course he did,” not knowing whether he referred to Mike or, the Hawkins guy, most likely, Troy. “Gay is when, a guy likes another guy in a dating way. Like me, I don’t wanna have a girlfriend, I want to have a boyfriend.”
“Oh, well, then why are you crying?”
“Because, people tell me its wrong, sin, even a sickness. We are call ‘fags’, ‘fairies’. And I- I honestly don’t know what to believe anymore. My dad used to say I was a mistake. That he wouldn’t raise a gay son. And so he didn’t. I just, hate myself so much. I just wonder if I would do better to the world if I weren’t in it at all.”
El grabbed Will by the shoulders and made him look at her in the eye. “Will, there’s nothing wrong with you. You are not sick, you are not a mistake. I know what’s it like not fitting in,” she hugged her adoptive brother as he broke into her shoulder, “you just need to find people to help you. And I may not be an expert on what ‘common’ people do, but I’m there for you. You’re my friend and my brother.”
Will continued to cry, saying stuff like ‘thank you’ and ‘I’m sorry’. El didn’t know what he could be sorry about, but decided that that wasn’t a moment for questions.
��I just feel like all of this is so stupid, you know?” Will said after a pause.
“I don’t think so. We can talk about boys together now!”
They laughed let the hug lose. Involuntarily Will looked over a photo pasted on his wall he had with Mike and said, “Love makes you so dam stupid.”
El didn’t notice Will staring at the picture. “It also makes you crazy,” she said. A voice inside Will said Well, if we are going crazy, then we are going crazy together, right? He smiled and dried the last tears that had fallen. “Yeah, I guess it does,” and after a pause he added, “El, please don’t tell anyone. I think mom and Jonathan have guessed it but still...”
“Sure, promise.”
Will stand up, took a stretch and while yawning said “I think I’m going to sleep, I’m sleepy.”
“It’s 1-0-4-,” she stopped to correct herself, “10:43. I think I’ll sleep too.”
They washed their teeth and put their pijamas on. Once each one was on their bed Will whispered “Thanks for being a good sister El.”
“No problem.” She smiled for herself.
“Good night.”
“Night.”
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