Four Summers

Alec shoves Nate to the ground and punches him in the stomach. Nate groans, but rolls them quickly so he’s on top. Nate punches him again. Before I can get to them to try and separate them, Brandon is there, pulling his brother off Alec.

All I can think is thank God. We can get this sorted out and everything will be okay.

“What the hell? Charlotte?” Nate is trying to pull away from Brandon who has a tight grip on his arms.

“It’s not what it looks like. I swear. I don’t know why he kissed me. He—”

“Charlie, please.” Pure fear shines in Alec’s eyes, making a bone deep sadness spread throughout me. The first thought in my mind is, is how sad. How horrible to be so afraid to be able to admit who you are. I can’t imagine that feeling.

“Please.” He stresses again. When I make eye contact with Brandon, the same fear reflects back from his eyes.

And my heart breaks for them. It’s not my secret to tell.

“Tell him,” I say to Alec. “Tell Nate it’s not what it looks like.”

Alec is silent.

Brandon is silent.

“Get the fuck off me!” Nate jerks free from his brother’s grasp.

“He kissed me. I was pulling away.”

“And he’s here!” Nate screams. “He’ll always be here to keep trying to do it again.”

“So? You’ll be back home, with other girls too! You go out with a whole lot more people than I ever have!”

“Not girls I pla

“I don’t love him. I love you. You know that.” I don’t know what else to say. How to explain without telling him what I saw—something I’m still trying to work out. My brain isn’t working right with so much overloading it at once. “He kissed me, and I was shocked. I swear it’s not what it looks like. I love you.” I say again.

“Why are you even out here with him?” I’ve never heard Nate’s voice sound like it does right now. Broken.

I look at Brandon, silently pleading for help. His eyes go wide. Alec scrambles to his feet and I’m afraid to look at him, but I do and I see exactly what I knew I would. More fear mixed with a reminder of what I just promised him.

“Charlie, you promised.” Alec’s words light a fire in Nate’s eyes, no doubt wondering what kind of promise I made. My body is weak, but primed and on edge too. I can’t find the right words to say to fix this for all of us.

“I can’t say, but it’s not because I don’t want to. It’s a misunderstanding, though. You know me, Nate.”

As long as I live, I will never forget the anger on his face when he looks at me. The dark red, edged sadness.

“I thought I did, but I obviously don’t. Or I didn’t want to believe it. You’ll always pick him over me.”

“What? No.” I reach for him, but he steps out of my grasp. “That’s not what this is. You know that! I’m not picking him over you. I’ve always picked you.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” Nate shouts. “We’ve had to hide because of him. You didn’t even want him to know about us in the begi

“Alec. Tell him.” I look at him. “Tell Nate the truth. Please.”

Alec is pale in the moonlight. Terrified. No one says a word. I’m shocked. Can’t believe what happened or that Nate doesn’t believe me.

“You know what? I’m done. You wanted easy, I’ll give you easy. You can have your life with him. Then you’ll make everyone happy: your dad, Alec, his family. I sure as hell hope you’re happy too.” Nate’s hand goes to his neck and he rips the star necklace off and drops it to the ground before walking away.

“Nate! Don’t go. Please!” I call after him, tears streaming down my face, but he just keeps going.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” Brandon says before ru

I fall to the ground and cry.

“Charlie?” Alec steps up beside me.

“Get the fuck away from me! I hate you! You ruined everything!”

I push to my feet and run away from him.

I go to the fort and lie on the ground and cry. Cry so much my eyes hurt. I’m crying for Nate and losing him and how much I love him. Even though I hate them, I’m crying for Brandon and Alec, too. That they’d be able to hurt people they care about because they’re so scared for anyone to know who they’re attracted to. I don’t understand that and I never will. And as much as I want to tell Nate the truth, tell him why, I know I can’t. How can I be the one to out them on something as deeply personal as that? I swore to Alec, and I won’t break my promise, but I’m so upset he’d let me lose Nate to keep his own secret.

Soon I’m also crying for me and for Dad and what’s happening to him. For the fact that Mom and my sister left us, and they’re living their lives in Atlanta while I’m left alone to deal with this.

At some point I stop crying, and fall asleep. The sun peeking through the cracks in the wood wakes me up. And I run. All I can think about is Nate. Maybe I can make him understand. Maybe I can get Alec or Brandon to be honest with him. Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe. I deserve that, right? After everything we’ve been through.

My chest hurts from ru

When I break through the woods and to the ground of The Village, their car is gone, and Alec sits on the porch of their lonely-looking cabin.

“I told your dad you were with me last night. That I have some stuff going on and you were helping me deal with it. You’re good to go for today.”

“Fuck you, Alec.”

“I’m sorry, Charlotte.” I freeze at his use of my real name. “I’m so sorry that you got hurt, but I can’t say anything. Don’t you understand that?”

Without realizing I started walking, I’m standing at the porch with him. “No, I don’t. I know it’s hard, but I don’t get letting us get hurt because of it. At least you guys should be able to tell Nate. He’s Brandon’s brother. He would understand.” I sigh, still unable to believe what I’m about to say to him. To Alec. “There's nothing wrong with being gay.”

“Pfft. That’s easy for you to say when you haven’t lived it. Some people don’t come out till they’re forty fucking years old because of how people react. It’s…it’s hard and you can never understand that unless it’s you.”

“Alec—”

“Brandon has a football scholarship. How many active professional football players can you name that are gay? You think they won’t give him shit in college? Not want to share a locker room with him; afraid he’s going to, what? Attack them or something? Rub off on them? You don’t know what it’s like for him, Charlie.” For the first time since we were kids, there are tears in Alec’s eyes. “He can’t do it. He’s scared to tell anyone, even his brother.”

“You love him,” I whisper, sadness bleeding through for him. For Alec and Brandon.

“It doesn’t matter if I do.” He shrugs.

“Yes, it does. What about you? You had a whole list of reasons why his is hard for Brandon, what about you?”

“Come on, Charlie. You’ve heard my dad talk. How many times does he talk about “those faggots”? How disgusting they are? I might not be as good as Brand and I might not have the same future as him, either, but I don’t want people giving me shit when we’re playing ball.”

“Does your Dad know, Alec? Is that why you guys aren’t getting along as well?”

He blanches at that, real fear on his face. “Of course he doesn’t know! It’s just…I hate when he says shit like that and it’s hard not to pull away from him. We got into an argument one day because he said something about this guy at the store and I just…I lost it. After that, things have been different.”