———Anthony———
Saturday, May 4th, 2019
The sound of my mate's feet hitting the pavement slowly faded as he ran off to... whoever he was going to talk to that wasn't me. I felt a pang of uneasiness at that thought and frowned at my body's betrayal. I literally shut the door in his face. Him fucking off was exactly what I wanted. This was exactly why I did not want to come back; the chances of running into a potential mate were so much higher in a concentrated population of wolves.
My back slid against my front door as my knees buckled from under me. The back of my head thunked against the hardwood, and I groaned. My phone buzzed in my pocket four times in quick succession. My arms felt like lead, but I shifted enough to drag my phone out of my back pocket and unlocked it.
Ginger Parasite: Ant
Ginger Parasite: You didn't text me that you made it last night
Ginger Parasite: Did you make it home safe?
Ginger Parasite: Did you??
I sighed and typed out a reply.
Me: Yes, I made it safe.
Within seconds, my screen lit up again, this time showing a video call from James. I frowned at it and let it ring for a moment before I swiped right to answer. I let my arm and the phone fall back to the ground, giving James an awe-inspiring view of the foyer ceiling.
"That's it?" James asked incredulously.
"What's it?"
"'Yes, I made it safe,' that's your only reply. No 'Stop being so dramatic' or 'Delete my number'?"
"Am I not allowed to not be a dick?" I replied wearily.
"No, that's too out of character. What happened?" He replied immediately. "And hold your phone up, you loser. I can't read your face this way."
"Congratulations on finding the point. Would you like a gold sticker?" I replied drily.
"Something did happen then," James replied knowingly. I sighed but made no move to lift my phone.
"I identified a potential mate," I finally said after almost a solid minute of silence.
"Ohhh, see, I told you getting called back was Fate."
"Fuck Fate, this is definitely not a good thing," I snapped. James seemed to ponder this but didn't press for answers. He never had when it came to my stance on mates.
"Well, is he hot?" James finally said after a minute. We had both been out of the closet to each other for a while. It was literally the second thing he told me after his name. I had never explicitly stated that I was gay, but James had figured it out after he had bullied me into attending one of his swim meets. I couldn't help but... appreciate the view provided by some of his competitors, which he noticed, and I never bothered to deny it. After all, what does it matter if you never plan on mating with anyone anyway?
"Is he??" James asked again, jolting me out of his thoughts.
"... Yes, very," I said with a sigh.
"Then it's good! Don't fight it. Trust in Fate a little." I looked down to see a sideways view of James lounging in his bed with a goofy smile.
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Lost in Translation
Hombres LoboBen is a 22-year-old with anxiety issues and no idea what he wants to do with his life. Anthony is a college junior who knows exactly what he wants: to socialize with as few people as possible for the rest of *his* life. Ben wasn't looking for a ma...
