Secret Love Song

The One Where She Finds Them At A Party

Augusto forced me to go to a party.

He said the guys had bailed on him, and he was meeting a girl there. He didn't want to go alone. I pleaded, and I whimpered, and I almost cried, but he left me no choice.
The party was the typical suburb, ridiculously mainstream party. I do not understand how a party can have Straight vibes, but the parties he takes me to do.

He left me alone pretty much the second we walked in, as expected. This was even more reason for me not to come in the first place, but I was already there. 
I took a look around. Guys in caps and hoodies reproduced at an unprecedented number. Girls on mini skirts rubbed their asses against their groin in the most disgusting way, way too often. I was unable to find a logical pattern and I decided to label it 'straight people things'. It was derogatory. 
There, dancing with a random person, their arms intertwined on each other's waist, was Naomi.
"I never doubted you, God," I looked up at the ceiling and drew a cross on the air, then kissed that hand. It was humorous relief.
I simply made my way to them and grabbed Naomi's arm, who turned at me with the most confused gesture as I walked us outside. She made a clicking sound with her teeth the moment she recognized me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me when I handed her a cigarette, both of us already sitting on the patio.
"Augusto," I lit mine. Then I gave them the lighter.
She nodded.
"What are you doing here?" I glanced at her with shrank eyebrows, and they returned the red lighter. This was really not their scene. 
"That was a hot date," she pointed at the door, conveying that they were here with the person I found her with.
"Sorry," I mumbled.
"Nah, it's cool. They're just some person from Tinder. A hot person, but it's whatever," she released the smoke, making an aesthetically pleasing picture.
"I love hot people."
"I know. We're great," she drew a smile, making another clicking sound. They had a thing with clicking sounds, for some reason. 
I made a line out of my lips and nodded.
"Where did you go off last night?"
"To Augusto's. I needed to feel something."
They waved their hands in the air, asking for more information since her mouth was filled with smoke. 
"I don't wanna talk about it." 
She nodded. 

How was I supposed to tell her she was right all along? 

They went to the bathroom. Augusto walked through the door at the same time, almost. I found it weird they didn't notice each other. He sat down next to me. 
"You want one?" I showed him the pack of cigarettes. 
"Nah," he only smokes every once in a while. I admired the self-control. 
"How did it go with your girl?"
"She's not my girl, and you know that. I don't have girls. I hook up with them."
"Same thing."
"It was cool. You want details?" he gave me a whimsical smile. 
"Just fuck you," I voiced with a chuckle. 
He was wearing a grey-green-ish cap. It had this cloth attached to it where something was written in bold, black letters. Sticks, similar to nails, were fixed on it. Usually, I'm an avid hater of caps, but that one was cool. 
"Naomi's here," I mentioned. 
"Really? She's fun. Are they drunk?" he drew a weird, amused smirk. 
"Nah."
"Too bad. I like them drunk."
"You like anyone drunk."
"I like you specially."
He was referring to this one fucking time when I puked on his shoes. I guess this is my telling you it happened more than once. 
"I like your cap," I mumbled, with my tongue swirled over my teeth, ignoring him. I reached for it but he moved. 
"It's mine."
"Yeah, right."
Naomi arrived. 
"So the golden boy appeared," they said with a playful grin. 
"How's my favorite enby doing, huh?" he stood up, imitating her smile. 
"They were on their way to get laid, but you had to bring her," she tilted her head my way.
"You could ditch her. I did." 
"I'm not like you," her grin remained in place, but the tension was at its peak. Whether it was sexual or something else was unknown. "Leave. I want some time alone with your cousin."
"You guys are disgusting," he said. 
"Hey, your mind went there, not mine," I chuckled. Naomi sat down next to me. Then, I got up and stole the cap from him. 
"Bitch, I said it's mine."
"Please," I whimpered, trembling my lips. 
"Only if you give me one," his eyes wandered to the Marlboro on the table. 
"Didn't you say you didn't want one?" I asked after giving him one. 
"Changed my mind," he used the lighter on the floor and left.  

"That cap is really good," she said. Her tone and stare changed to a more sexual expression. I mirrored it, just slightly. The perfect amount of inviting glance, just in balance with a casual quality. 
"I know, right?" I drew a smile. It fell somewhere in between 'I'm flirting with you' and 'I'm having genuine, simple fun'. "It's really good, isn't it?"
"It's not the cap, though. It's how it fits you."
In my head, I giggled. Sometimes they were just so direct it blew my mind. I wondered if something happened in the bathroom. 
She reached for it and moved it around a little bit, all while staring at my lips, which gave my stomach a tingling sensation. 

I took my phone out and we took some pictures. We both stuck our tongues out, and at some point, shortly after, they intertwined and we began a really hot make-out sesh. I took her home that night. She made her famous strawberry pancakes that morning. She was an awesome cook. She also bought a whole set of groceries, which I appreciated. We made out some more after breakfast.