Sweet Boy (rarl)

Vol. 9 | Did You Mean It?

"Mikey?" Ron whispered in the dark. He was lying in his best friend's bed, often spending the night there. "Yeah?" He replied, turning towards Ron. Maybe some people would think it was weird they shared the bed, but Mikey saw him more like a brother than a friend.

"Why did you ask that?" Ron asked him quietly.
"Ask what?"
"If he was a boy."
"Ron.. I've known you since kindergarten. There's shit I know about you that even you don't know about yourself."

"Yeah? Like what?"
"Like how I could have told you that you liked boys in middle school. Or how I know you secretly had a crush on Carl since freshman year."

"What? I did not. That's new."
"Did too. I told you. Even you don't know all of the things I know about you."
"You're a dick." He laughed.

"When you say that what you mean is that you love me." He joked.
"Sure. Did you actually know I liked him?"
"I mean, i thought maybe. It seemed so ridiculous though. I couldn't understand why you'd treat him like that when you liked him."
"Me either. I guess I'm the dick."

"I think you might be. You have to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, don't forget."
"I know."

"Then you'll probably have to do the same with his friends."
"No fucking way. Enid is actually a bitch."
"Well she is, but she's like carls best friend, so. And you know when girls get together like that they're all girls before boys and shit."

"He's not a girl."

"His friends are. It affects him too, trust me."
"They'll never like me man. They look at me like they're planning my demise everyday."
"They probably are. I don't know if I blame them to be honest."

"They'll have to get over it I guess." He turned around, ending the conversation.

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Carl stared blankly into his locker as he tried to remember what it was he needed.
"Hey." Ron leaned on the locker next to his, which happened to be Enids. "Hey." Carl smiled at him softly. "What are you up to?" He asked him. "Trying to remember what I need." He replied, turning back to the locker.

"Well you're going to chemistry next, right? So probably your chemistry book." He used some logic to help him. "Oh yeah. You're right. Thanks. How do you know what class I have next?" He looked him puzzled.

"I know everything about you Carl." He responded with a smile. "Creepy." He looked at him. "No. Not at all. Just a committed, loving boyfriend." He argued. "Mhm." He smiled at him. "I want to kiss you." He added in a whisper. "I know." He agreed quietly.

They looked at each other silently, neither one confident enough to kiss in public.
"My boys!" Mikey exclaimed, putting his arms around the two.

Carl looked at him with confusion, unaware he knew about their relationship. "Oh. He told me. I know you guys are fucking. It's ok. I'm not jealous and single or anything." He joked with a smile. "Will you be quiet?" Ron removed his arm from him. "Yeah. You're right. Top secret. Sorry." He said, moving away from them.

"We're not fucking. We're dating." Carl corrected him, not liking his wording. And they hadn't even had sex. Yet.
"Ok ok. Dating." He smiled, backing up and leaving the two there.

"You told him?" He was surprised.
"Yeah. It just kinda happened. He's cool though. If you couldn't tell." He told him quietly.
"Yeah. His a little.. well he's a lot. But I'm proud of you."
"Thanks. He just asked me-"
"Ron, I swear. Fuck off." Enid and carls other friends showed up.