I believed myself to be an average, outstanding and everyday guy. I had loving parents, being the oldest of three kids (all boys, I don't know how my mom put up with us but she was amazing with us), I had responsibility to not just myself but to my family. Being responsible came easy to me, I always watch out for my brothers, my mom, and my dad and they in turn watch out for me. We were an average, loving and outgoing family.
My family was quite accepting, I mean, I came out bisexual went I was 15, and my parents were like "yeah, we already knew that son" and I was like "how" "growing up we have seen you drool over your cartoons and animes characters, that were both male and female, not to mention you can't decide which of your friends you want to date and you only have two of them" they replied to me.
I was quite stun because it's was true, Brandon(m) and Taylor(f) were my two best friends and I had a crush on the both of them, it's was awkward sometimes when I hangout with them. Torn between drooling over athletic and muscular Brandon or athletic and slender Taylor, and did I mention that the both of them were sexy, hot and gorgeous as f***.
Most of the time I couldn't stop myself from getting an erection in their presence, or having wet dreams of them or having an imagination of life with the both of them. Yes I was screwed up as f*** and due to this and being scared of been rejected, I ended up breaking our friendship as painfully as possible. You can say that was stupid of me but I was afraid of more than just rejection but rather of their hatred towards me.
But they well forever hold a place in my heart, no matter what one can never forget their first crush.