---Ike's pov---

"Uh, Kyle?" I knock on his door.

"Come in," he says. I open the door and walk in.

He smiles at me, "What's up, Ike?" he asks happily folding his hands in his lap and turning his desk chair towards me.

"You and Stan are dating, right?" I ask nervously.

Kyle gives me a confused look, "Yeah, why?" then he gets a panicked look on his face, "You didn't tell mom, did you?"

"No! I wouldn't tell mom," I tell him shaking my head, "I... need to ask you about.... things."

"Things? Like what?"

I sigh, "Is it really okay to... to like a boy?" I gulp and avert my gaze to my lap.

"Well, yeah. There's nothing wrong-"

"But what about everything mom and dad say? What about what the kids at school?" I shout looking up at Kyle, then back at my lap.

"Ike?" I look up at him again, "Is there are reason you're asking?"

I put my head in my hands, "I... I think I might be gay, Kyle," I say quietly.

Kyle gets out of his chair and walks over and hugs me.

"Ike, being gay isn't bad. It's perfectly fine. Who do you like?" Kyle asks still holding me.

It's awkward for Kyle to hug me, because he's a few inches shorter than me.

"I... Not right now," I say breaking from the hug, "I have another question."

"Sure, thing. Ask away," Kyle says smiling.