3-Minute Passion (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 32

[NICK's POV]

Red stormed out the attic. I put on my shirt and headed straight home. He kept saying profanities at me, but I guess I get either that or a silent treatment I don't want. I'm beginning to lose hope waiting for James. It's like I've been just a friend to him. I should just give up, but Ian told me that I should still wait for him since he thinks it'll only be a matter of time till James would realize everything. I don't really know what he's trying to say, but I kinda believe him. I think he's helping me secretly to win James over. I thought that it was working, since last night James texted me that we'll meet up at the attic. I don't really know why Red came instead of him.

"Hey, sweet pea.. How's the party?" My mom greets me as I lean in to kiss her on the cheek. She's washing the dishes and my pop's at the living room watching the replay of the game. When I told them that I was gay, they told me that it was okay and that I can be who I want to be. At first I thought I would be homeless, but I man up and just told them. I said that they could either take it or leave it. And now I owe them everything. I told my mom about James and after meeting him, she loved him. She's literally my best friend and I think it'll be nice if ever I get the chance to be with James for them to bond. I know he'll love my mom's cooking.

"Boring.. I'll just take a shower.. I'm heading over to Ian's.. Love you.." I wave goodbye.

I spoke to dad about the game, which is the one of the few things we have in common, and he told me the Rockets are on the lead by a shot. I went up to take a shower and called Ian that I would come over. He's the only guy in our school that I could actually talk to when it comes with James. He told me James has been speaking to him and he's just waiting for the right time to mention my name to him. I'll owe him a lot if he'll be able to make me go out with James. He was the one who suggested to get James concert tickets so James would see how amazing I am. He's a genius when it comes to this thing. I drove my motorcycle back to his house as soon as I changed to my Nirvana shirt, a pair of denim jeans, and my favorite leather jacket.

"What the fuck? You and Red kissed and slept together?!" He laughs hysterically. I cover my head with his pillow. He's sitting on the bean bag on the floor. His room is kinda like mine, but I don't have a flat screen TV that big. "Technically, we just slept.. Nothing deeper happened, okay? I was too drunk to remember anything. I close my eyes to recall the event, but I still get nothing. I've never been that drunk before and vodka cruisers don't have any effect on me. Which is why when Ian told me to challenge Red, I was okay with it. "Whatever, man. You still made out with each other.. How was it?" I throw the pillow to him, but he catches it. He continues to laugh and I can feel myself blushing. What if James finds out? Will he be mad at me? I trust that Red could tell it to James. I don't think I can mention that kind of thing to James.

After I told him about everything that I remembered, he told me how he was able to do it with Nicole. He said that it was the best night of his life. I'm glad he finally broke that religion thing in his head. He would never have real action if he's too focused on what's right and wrong. He told me that Nicole is the best thing that happened to him and he's willing to do just about anything to keep her. At first he sounded a bit crazy, but when I thought about James, I guess we both think the same way. I head back home after a couple of hours talking to Ian. I rest my head on the wall just on top of the headboard of my bed and text James:

Hey

Can't wait for the concert in a week! See you soon! ;)

I press send and let myself drift to sleep.

[JAMES' POV]

It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

One of my favorite line of the great and wise Shakespeare. Some people rely on things that it make them think that those things are responsible for their story. If we get to live our life letting other things decide for us, I could fairly say that we are in a worthless world, being incompetent to make our own choices and fill the void of life's mystery by just merely focusing on what's right in front of us. Same thing goes with how love works. We may hear people say that we don't get to choose who we love, but we get the privilege to enjoy the pleasure of it. But I beg to disagree. We get to decide who we want to love, because that's what life is. A fish bowl of choices we get to decide. I don't think a being is handpicked to be the one for us, because if we see other's life. Not everybody gets to be with someone, so the whole concept of soulmates and destinies totally ruins the whole concept. At the end, probably the moment before dying, we get to choose to be loved or not.