The Culinary Massacre

pointless bickering and date????

Husky pov

It is finally Saturday. I'm sitting in my living room. Harry is here and we are currently kissing. He's trying to lift up my shirt.
"Hey, I just told you that we are not doing that." I told him.
"It's the least you could do to compensate for being team Edward. I mean edward? Edward?! What about Jacob?" He said pouting. He did not like Edward at all.
"Jacob?! How fucking dare you. I will not tolerate that Furry asshole in this house. This is an Edward the very smexy vampire household." I said.
He rolled his eyes.
"Well I have to go but yeah. I have a basketball game today." Harry said, kissing me once more.
"I still won't let you live down the fact you like Edward!" Harry shouted as he walked out the door.
It was my turn to roll my eyes. My date was in a few hours so I might as well get ready. I was very excited but still very confused about my feelings. I mean I am used to feeling confused about my romantic feelings. I'm bi for fucks sake. I have been out since high school. I still feel bad because that same year my mom died of cancer after I made that coming out video.
I do like both of them. I'm not ready for love but it's so close to love. Me and Harry watched a couple movies and I've had a crush on Obama since he came to my school after being president. Though he's a bit older than me, he's still very attractive. He can serve in my office if you know what I mean.
I get in the shower and pull on a nice tux since it is a really nice restaurant. It takes me a bit to do my hair. I then wait for him.