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The summer after my junior year in hs I went on a photography trip to the beach for a week with 10 or so friends from school, one of which was my bf. We had been good friends since 4th grade and had decided to date about 6 mos or so before the beach trip. Everything seemed ok, we hadn't been talking as much as usual before the trip but we always went in spells so I didn't think anything of it. Wed. he was acting kinda odd so I cornered him into telling me what was wrong. He told me he was gay and eventually he told me he like another one of the guys who came with us. Now being that I wasn't allowed to tell ANYONE, the rest of the week was hell. All I wanted to do was go talk to my gf's but couldn't. I had to play like life was wonderful. Not to mention.. the 8 hr ride home was me, my ex, and the guy he liked cramed into the back seat.
With all that said and done everything worked out for me. I ended up with a really good friend. We stayed best friends for a few years but going to different colleges has seperated us quite a bit.
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