Carter's world is about to change. He is moving way from his hometown and all of the friends that he grew up with. However, there is something about him that his friends don't know... Carter is bisexual. He's endured years of homophobic comments...
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Tyler's Afterglow
Walking home from Tyler's house after hooking up with him for the first time, I reflected back on what had happened. I'd had sex with Jack, but what happened with Tyler seemed different. I didn't want to use the 'L' word, but it seemed like it was more than just fooling around.
I found myself wondering if he had felt the same. It was all I could do to resist the urge to text him. Part of me wanted to tell him how much I cared for him. How we were best friends, but at the same time we could be so much more. But part of me realized what a bad idea that would be.
He had a girlfriend. I was moving away. I felt ashamed for what I'd done with him knowing that he was seeing someone. I didn't want to be that type of person. I wanted to be better than that. I wanted to be better for him.
Fuck it. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I'm sorry. Send.
I didn't have time to put it back in my pocket before a response lit up my phone. Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong.
I did though. You're with Emma. I shouldn't have done that.
His response was immediate. It's not on you. I'm the one who was responsible for stopping it and I didn't want to.
I debated going back and apologizing in person. I stood on the sidewalk like a lost child. Do I go back home or do I turn around?
I'm gonna call her and talk to her. It's all good Carter.
I cringed, wondering what he was going to say to her. Was he going to tell her that he cheated? Was he going to say it was with a guy? Was he going to say it was with me? Fuck.
I suddenly regretted what I'd done. I wasn't a good friend. I continued walking home. Sleep wasn't an option that night. I laid in bed thinking about what had happened. I tried to be logical about it. I'd known Tyler for most of his life. His girlfriend had only known him a month and was just casually dating him. That made it okay right? Fuck. No it didn't.
It was almost 4am when my phone lit up. I broke up with her. It isn't your fault. You actually helped me more than you realize tonight.
I read it a few times, unsure what he meant. I simply sent him back a question mark.
I'll explain later.
After that, Tyler had gone a bit dark from the friend group. Everyone else chalked it up to him breaking up with his girlfriend. I suspected there was more to it than that. He finally hit me up late one night.
You up?
Always. What's up?
Come over?
I resisted the urge to sprint wildly to his house. Sure omw.
The summer air was still warm even though it was almost midnight. I walked slowly to give me time to collect my thoughts. I'd been trying my best to keep the thoughts of Tyler from my mind the past couple weeks. I have a bad habit of getting carried away and I didn't want that to happen with our relationship. Not that we had a 'relationship'...
