so

It worried Cory that he'd lied to Roger. After all, it was just a movie. He'd get over it. Wouldn't he? Well, he wasn't going to tell him. He just wouldn't show him the album. Since there wasn't one. Anyway.

He felt like the worst human on earth. Liar. Did he really feel that bad? Was it that awful?

He watched out his window a couple of birds out on this very frigid day. Why couldn't he be that way for Roger right now. Roger needed him, and he wasn't even there for him.

Cory shut the curtain. He was miserable even if he did keep telling himself that Roger would be fine. There were the girls from Art class. Eric had a agreed to go. Which he thought was totally crazy in all honesty. What had came over Eric?

He smiled about that, but not for long. He felt a little sad that they'd had a falling out. God, he was the worst friend in the world. Here he was wanting to hide in his room and he was dating an advocate of some kind who wanted gays to have a better life.

Of course, he couldn't exactly say to anyone, "I'm going back in the closet now, OK. Forget that gay stuff."

It was out there, thanks to Roger.

Maybe he was upset with him, and he didn't even know it. Was that what this was?

And now Roger was with Eric. So much trouble for nothing, Cory supposed.