A Gay Ghost Story

Chapter 3, Twinky Twonky Hottie

      I'm picking at my food. I hate this café, but it's where Pam and Dan wanted to go. They're laughing on the sticky red leather booth across from me, and I can't help but feel the distance, it seems like a date for them. Ever since they started dating I've been feeling like a third wheel, but It's fine, they're happy, I'm happy. I'm happy they're happy. And anything is better than when they were dancing around each other.

I turn to the left to see herds of people shuffling in the café. To the right there are teenage couples with their tongues intertwined, gross... I wish that was me.

I get up. "I'm gonna go do my homework, bye."

"See ya" they answer, absorbed in themselves.

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There's a cool breeze when I step outside, perfect for walking home. The sun is just setting and the street looks so picturesque. Then I see him... The guy from before, he seems to glow under the light of the streetlamp. His ass... it's still as fine as before.

We gaze at each other from across the street. I walk over to him, he doesn't run away this time. I'm letting my emotions take the lead. Like a kitten in a tree, still waiting to be saved.

"I um... I saw you earlier..." I say, looking up at him, practically drooling. He's about 9 inches taller than me... Then again I am just a twinky twonky hottie. The hunky beefcake stares into my soul.

"You could see- you saw me?" his accent sweeps me off my feet. It's a mix of yee-old English and French. I melt in his words.

"You're pretty hard to miss," I laugh nervously.

"What's your name?"

"Michael- or mike- or mikey, whateveryouwantreallyahahahahaha....."

There's a moment of silence. If he hasn't run away yet he will now. His mind is elsewhere. I realize I-

"Vincent, my name is Vincent Lanz-Earle Saint John."

"That's quite a mouthful."

"You know what else is a mouthful.." Vincent mumbles.

Silence...