We had always enjoyed the last day of school, Jeni and I. We would stay until the end, but never be in class and once that final bell rang we would run across the street to the ice cream shop. We would fish out the little we saved over the past few weeks and hand it over asking for one Sunday with everything and two spoons. I didn’t know it then but the last day of freshman year would be the last of the Sundays for a while.

It’s the last day of senior year now. Jeni and I don’t talk much anymore. Ever since I came out to her in freshman year she’s been weird.

I walk down the hall heading to math, my last class of the day, and I run straight into her. We collide with such a force we’re both knocked down. I push myself off the ground and straighten up reaching out my hand to help her. She grabs it and as I pull her up I see a pin drop off her backpack.

“Hey, is that your pin?” I ask looked at the pink, purple, and blue pride flag. She blushes furiously and grabs it, rushing down the hall without a word.

One thing I forgot to mention when I came out to Jeni, I didn’t just talk to her. I kissed her.