Boys Love Boys
I look in the mirror again, and I say something.
— It seems that my family has fallen in love with you… — When I say that, I remember my cousin, although it's not his fault, but it makes me angry.
— You seem bothered by this, but I asked you before, if you had any problems!
— That's not what bothers me, it's something else! — if I tell him I'm mad at my cousin because she wanted your number, he'll laugh at me, and say I'm jealous. But am I jealous?