Talking to the Moon // dreamnotfound

you're all i had, you're all i had

"Uh, Clay," Nick had said to me once. We were about to graduate with our degrees and so everyone was super hyped.

"Hm?" I answered, turning to him from my side of the room.

"I- I have something I need to tell you," he replied, coming and sitting down on my bed. I raised an eyebrow.

"Go ahead," I said, really not knowing what he was going to say.

He fumbled around with his hands for a second. "So, you know how I've always been kind of a dick?" I blinked at him. "As in I've always been a dick to George."

I frowned now. It was 2003 so it wasn't as if homophobia uncommon. Marriage wasn't even legal yet here. Heck, homosexuality itself was only just legalised this year."Yeah?" I pressed my lips together thinking about the past two years I'd had to listen to him bad-mouthing George, all the while not knowing this whole time we'd been together.

"Well, I was wrong to be doing so. He just... reminds me of a part of myself," he wasn't looking at me but my eyes widened.

"A part of yourself?" I queried.

"Yeah... I think- I think that I might have a bit of a gay part," he stammered, rubbing the side of his arm with his hand. When he looked up and saw my surprised face he immediately started trying to defend himself. "Don't worry, I still like girls too. I'm still a bit straight-"

"Nick, it's fine. Chill," I said with a kind smile and squeezing his shoulder gently. "In fact, it's a massive relief."

Nick frowned.

"I can finally tell you that I'm gay. Jesus, I had to hide that from you so long because I saw how you treated George and I was scared you'd drop me," I told him and he grinned, leaning over to hug me.

"If I dropped you for that, then good fucking riddance to me," Nick replied, patting my back. "So, this whole time did you actually have a crush on George or something?" he asked, chuckling.

"Oh, yeah. About that," I laughed nervously. "We're kind of a thing."

Nick pulled back from me and stared. "You what? For how long?"

"Uh, like two years and a bit," I answered, blushing and rubbing the back of my neck. "I would've told you-"

"Did you fuck in this room?" he asked now, squinting. I blushed even more. "You sick fuck. Am I sitting in your cum right now?"

"It's been two years, you can't expect us to never have had sex in my own bed," I protested, raising my hands in surrender. "You've brought girls here."

"Did you fuck in other places in this apartment?" And once again my face lit up. "Oh fuck no. Where?"

"Uh, kitchen, shower, couch but we put a blanket over it first, coffee table. Against the glass door that doesn't open," I admitted, attempting to cover my face with my hand.

"You better not have gone near my room," he warned, a disgusted look forming on his lips.

"Don't be gross, your bedroom is too full of your stench," I told him with a smirk and a raise of my eyebrow.

He was just about to argue that his bedroom smelled great when there was a knock at the door. George knocked our little code that it was him, just in case he ever came here when Nick was so I could make sure I opened the door and told him this. And if someone else happened to knock twice quickly, give a two-second pause and then knock twice again, then I guess I would just have to deal with them.