The Bells of St. Johns (boyxboy)

The Bells of St. Johns part 3

The Bells of St. Johns part 3

Damn. Shit. Damn. Shit. Damn.

I had been pacing in front of my closet for the past quarter of an hour, ripping clothes out at random, holding them up, and throwing them on the floor in disgust.

I grabbed a pillow off my bed and chucked it at the wall, letting out a yell of frustration.

Okay, maybe I was worked up, but I was supposed to be at Leaghy’s in fifteen minutes.

“Jaysus, Connor, we know your gay, now why didn’t you just ask us sooner?”

I whirled, my jaw dropping. Bridget and Kathleen stood in the doorway, smirking at me with their hands on their hips.

“I-I’m not- dunno what you’re on about-“ I stammered. Kathleen pushed past me and stood in front of my closet, tapping her fingers against her lips as Bridget came in and shut the door behind her.

“Oh, save it. We’ve known for ages.  That boy yesterday was a dead giveaway, anyways.”

I just stood in the middle of my bedroom, my mind whirling. Was I really that obvious? Blast… If Bridget and Kathleen knew, did Mam and Da?

Kathleen threw a bundle of clothes at me. “Quick, get dressed. Want me to do eyeliner on you?”

“Ooh!” squealed Bridget. “He’d look so good with eyeliner!”

“No!” I shouted. The twins turned to glare at me.

“But-“

“No. Now get out, I’m in a wee bit of a hurry.”

“Sure, and the wee bonnie lad’s got himself a boinker for his honger,” they mimicked in mock Scottish accents.

I pushed them out the door and pulled on the clothes Kathleen had picked, then looked in the mirror and groaned.

Skinny jeans, a tee, a cardigan, and a scarf? How gay did they want me to look? I glanced at the clock and sighed. No time to change.

I ran downstairs, thanking God my parents worked late.

Bridget and Kathleen shrieked their approval, and I had a hard time shaking them off to get to the door. I drove as fast as I dared.

I pulled in at Leaghy’s, my heart pounding the minute I saw Finn sitting at a table by the window, idly twirling a straw in his long white fingers. I took a deep breath.

“A bheith láidir, a bheith cróga, a bheith agat. Be strong, be brave, be you.” It was a little phrase my mam had always said to me when I was little and nervous about something. I dunno why, but it used to help. No such luck now.

Before I could lose my nerve, I shut off the car, opened the door, and walked through Leaghy’s door. I made my way over to Finn’s table and smiled nervously.

“Er, hi, I dunno if ye remember, but I’m Co-“

“Connor Kennedy, from Dublin,” Finn interrupted smoothly. “Now sit down, I don’ bite.”