Nick's POV

"YOU KNOW WHAT! IF YOU ARE SO AFRIAD OF ACCEPTING THE FACT THAT YOU'RE GAY THAT YOU HAVE TO GO AROUND SLEEPING WITH SKANKY LITTLE WHORES, THEN GOODBYE!"

I stared blankly at the sandy brown-haired CSI, the only love of my life, as he stormed out of my house, a place that was now uninviting to even me. I wanted to chase after him but something held me back. Was it the fear of rejection? Or was Greg right, am I just too much of a coward to admit to even myself that I am what people call a queer, a fag.

For my whole life I've been a closeted man, in fact I was so lost in this dark and gloomy closet that I chose to live this façade. I would pick up random girls at clubs every week to prove to, not others, but myself that I was "normal". It wasn't till I met Greg that I managed to find my way out. But it seems like as the days go by, I'm being drawn back more and more. The place that once seemed like a trap now felt so safe, it was like the only life that I felt safe living, a life where I knew that I wouldn't get beat up or hurled abuses at for being myself.

------------------------------------------------------------5 years ago------------------------------------------------------------

"Hi, you must be Nicholas. I'm Greg, the new lab tech…"

"Please, call me Nick."

"OK… Nick, I was gonna give myself a tour around the place but considering the fact that I just got here, I don't think it would be any good."

"Hey, if you don't mind I could be your guide…but you have to excuse me for a moment, nature calls"

I stared at my mirrored clone in disbelief. Am I really blushing? After all these years, trying to convince myself that I could never fall for a guy, the new lab rat had to come along and drag me out to this horrendous place we call reality. Greg had somehow pulled me out and as much as I tried to run back to my "safe place", his smile; his eyes and that crazy, fun, I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-think-about-me personality was just too strong, too irresistible. A part of me was still locked up in that closet, trying to reunite with the rest of me. As much as I tried to have the reunion back in the closet, it seems that it was heading away from my planned destination. It was just so stupid, so pointless. What are the chances that he liked men too? And even if he does what are the odds that he likes me back? Why am I even asking myself these questions, Goddamnit Nicholas Stokes! Snap out of it, you're not gay. Homosexuality is a sin, a…

"Hey Nick you alright? You've been staring at the mirror for an awfully long time"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You still want that tour?"

My chain of thoughts was broken, broken by the very person who caused me to have this argument with myself. It left me relieved, relieved that this self-bashing and confusion had come to a standstill, for now at least.

A/N: This is the first chapter, hope you enjoyed it. The 2nd chapter would take off from the present and hopefully I can finish the 2nd chapter soon. Remember to subscribe if you liked it and review but please, no troll comments. Thank you!

-May Sanders-Stokes