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York's confusing Love-life (Part 1)

Rosé and Grendan heard the door slam and saw a flustered and confused looking York leaning up against it. "I think I have a boyfriend", the half-orc got out before his brain stopped functioning.

Grenda and Rosé, well mostly Rosé, had been plastering him with questions for five minutes when his brain started to function again. "Stop talking", he demanded and even though it was a demand his voice was still kind. He didn't want to hurt his friends.

"How about I tell you what happened, and you tell me if I have a boyfriend?", York proposed. "Sure thing", Rosé agreed. "Sounds good", Grendan joined in and so York began talking.

"So, I just finished my last photoshoot, when the photographer came up to me and started to compliment me, like even more than they usually do. He was a really pretty elf, so I was confused why he complimented me. I just nodded and thanked him. Then he asked if I wanted to come to a bar with him to cool down after a long day at work as he put it.

We went to the bar and talked for hours, hes actually a really great guy AND he likes sports. Did I mention he was buff? Not as buff as me, of course, but pretty damn buff. Anyways so we talk and talk and over that time he gets closer and closer.

Eventually he was so close to me that I just kissed him. I didnt really think about it, did it and he kissed back like right away. Still, I told him that if I just did something he was uncomfortable with that I was sorry.

He just laughed it off and said for a detective I was pretty bad at figuring out that he liked me. I got offended for him doubting my amazing detective work until he kissed me again. After that we talked and kissed some more, then he walked me home.

Right before I opened the door, he kissed me one last time and let me tell you that kiss was something else", York took a deep breath before asking, "so do you think hes my boyfriend now?"

Rosé and Grandma just stared at him for a while, their mouths gapping open. "Do we think?", Grendan started perplexed. "Bud, Buddy, Bud, York, my best friend – OF. COURSE. HES. YOUR. BOYFRIEND!", they told York.

"Man, I wish I had a hot Boyfriend", Rosé said before York could ask Grendan if she was really sure. "Or a hot girlfriend", Rosé pondered and soon went to her room to daydream of her hypothetical partner.

Grenda stayed back and explained to York for what felt like a thousand times that YES, he had a boyfriend.

"Okay, so lets say you are Right", York said. "Which I am", Grendan interrupted him. "Which you might be", York stated, "I dont have his number"

"Yeah, you do!", Rosé shouted out of her room. Her head and upper body were leaning out of her doorframe and in her hand, she was holding a piece of folded paper. "I took this from your pocket, she told York. It has a number on it, and its signed with, and I quote 'text me some time, pretty boy! Xoxo Ezekiel' Is Ezekiel, your boyfriend?", she asked.

"Well, he might be if I text him right now", York said, snatched the paper out of Rosés hand and hurried to his room.

Grendan and Rosé looked at each other stunned. "He is head over heals for that guy", Grendan noted. "Definitely", Rosé agreed.