Give Me A Chance (boyxboy)

Ten

Before I know it, the next week and a half have blown by. The days are characterized by frisbee practices where I get treated like a baby just because I got smoked by a car, pining for straight-boy Blaine day in and day out, hanging out with Aydin, which usually involved hanging out with our new group we've picked up from frisbee, schoolwork that seems unimportant in the grand scheme of things, and eager anticipation for the game, which is now tomorrow.

Thankfully, nobody thought it important to mention my outburst at Blaine before I stormed out of practice that day. Even Blaine hasn't brought it up. He's acted like it didn't even happen. Which I suppose, I'm a little grateful for. It's easier for me to pretend it didn't happen.

But Blaine is confusing me.

I'm confusing myself a little.

He wants to hang out with me.

Which stumps me.

That aside, today's practice was decent, and Sadie, with her little bumblebee tattoo that she's probably a little bit too proud of, is starting to grow on me. She's funny, but not a normal funny, a let's joke about doing something stupid and kind of criminal and hope the cops come after us so we can be part of an action-movie chase kind of funny. I guess being around her is kind of exhilarating, in a way. It's something new, a frivolous sort of spontaneity I've never felt before. I think I'm somehow making a new friend.

Right now Joshua and I are eating a quick dinner before we head back to school to catch the bus that'll take us to the hotel in the next town. We're scarfing down a couple ham sandwiches while throwing together bags for the night.

Joshua was right, though. I do like it here. Horace and Griffin are both awesome, and they check up on me all the time, maybe because of my physical injuries, or maybe because of my mental ones.

Griffin is drinking a beer at the table, watching us fret about the trip because we had nothing prepared. He chuckles. "That'll teach you not to procrastinate," he says, taking a swig of his beer.

Joshua and I give him a side-eye. He throws his hands in the air. "Alright, I'll leave! Jeez." He gets up from his chair and heads into the kitchen. "And in my house," he mutters, but there's a grin on his face

Horace catches him on the way out and they kiss quickly. Horace sticks out his tongue. "You taste like beer," he says, looking a little disgusted.

"Well, I don't have a problem with it," Griffin says. "Who does that leave, then? Oh, that's right..." he pokes Horace. "You. It's your problem."

"Christ, Griff, sometimes I wonder why I love you."

They both smile, and it's sweet, but oddly makes me jealous. Jealous because I don't have that. Jealous because I desperately want that. With Blaine. I desperately want that with Blaine. Desperately. And it hasn't even been two weeks since I met him. I'm a pining mess.

I hate that the crush started so suddenly and immensely, But I'm kind of happy I've got something to focus on besides the terrible things that have happened.

Every day, I hear the things dad has called me in my head, repeating, and even though I know he's just being homophobic, I can't help but believe him a tiny bit. I know it's awful.

My phone rings.

I pull it out of my pocket and quickly answer it.

Sadie's on the other end. How she got my number, I'll never know.

"You guys want a ride to the school?" she asks, "Blaine and I are chauffeurs tonight."

"Oh, hell yeah, we could use a ride!" I exclaim, glancing at Joshua. He snickers and grabs a couple water bottles from a nearby cupboard, tossing one in each bag. He's been helping me out lately with where things are in this house, because, obviously, I had no idea when I first got here. I'm still getting the hang of it, hence him grabbing the water bottle for me.