Fighting With Paul

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"You better find out why YOUR boytoy is at Eric's place in MY robe using HIS shower!" I yell at Paul as we leave Eric's house. I'm so mad I can't see straight. 

Calmly Paul looks at me and says, "Boytoy? I think not. I truly love Tom. The better question should be, what did YOU do to do to make Eric hate you at the moment." "Besides, Tom already told you why."

Paul walked off and left me standing there feeling stupid. Sighing, I follow him as I realize this stems from the fight we had at rehearsal. "It's about singing Beth." I finally reply. 

"Solution....LET HIM!" snaps Paul as he enters Starbucks. "Good lord, Gene. Let him! It might encourage him to stay with you so you can finally get some and be less of an ass!"

"I swear I hate you sometimes." I mumble as I order a simple coffee and sit down. 

Over Starbucks and pastries Paul and I come to a solution. One that I hope Eric accepts. Biting back my pride, I text Eric to see what he has to say.

My response back? GO SCREW YOURSELF SO YOU CAN STROKE YOUR EGO EVEN MORE!!!!" OH, P.S. You made Tom upset so now he thinks Paul hates him. 

I show Paul the text and see the storm start behind his eyes. "Wow, Gene. Thanks."

While I swallow the last bite of my eclair, Paul furiously sends Tom a message. I think I screwed up.

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