Regret

Chapter 4: Christian

  Flowers and wine? God, he's more feminine than Trina ever was. At least she wasn't scared to down a beer with me. He's just so girlish, and if it wasn't for the fact I can very clearly see the lack of tits I'd think he's one of those cross-dressers. He's watching the movie and sipping on his wine. He's got this content smile that rests on his lips. Honestly, if it was anyone else trying to look so smug, I'd probably bash their head in with a brick. But it's Andrew, and he looks pleased, so it's acceptable. I keep looking over at him. He's refilled his glass twice but also keeps just downing it from the bottle.
"We should do this more." He says almost matter of factly. Not in a rude way though, just a casual statement.
   "Oh yeah?"
   "Yeah." He nods to himself quietly. 
   "Hey, you know what we should do?" He sets down his glass and turns to me.
   "What?"
   "We should go clubbing."
   "Clubbing?" I ask, making sure I'm hearing this right. He's got these wicked big brown eyes, and right now, they're sparkling with hope.
   "Yeah! We could like go shopping and dress up and I could give you a full makeover!" He smiles and keeps trying to give me reasons on why we should go clubbing. "I've heard there's some amazing clubs around here. The ones back home weren't very great." He sighs, grabbing his wine again.
   "Why would you even want to go clubbing?"
   "You get to dress up in like the coolest outfits ever! And that's where I met my last boyfriend." I don't know why, but I didn't like that.
   "Boyfriend?" He nods and grabs his phone. After playing with it for a minute, he turns it over and shows me. He's wearing a mesh long-sleeved one piece with a tight croptop and tight, and I mean tight leather pants. Next to him is another guy kissing the top of his head. He's taller than Andrew, and he's got a similar outfit on. I think I was starting too long because Andrew took back his phone and laughed.
   "See! I knew you liked the outfits!" I don't know where he got that from, but if that's what he got out of that, then sure.
   "You never told me about a boyfriend."  Andrew looks at me as if he's the confused one.
   "I never thought it was a big deal. We never got serious, so it wasn't anything I needed to mention." He shrugs as if it isn't anything big. It felt big, like you don't just hide that from your friends. I always told him about me and Trina, or the other chick's I'd fuck.
   "So you're.."
   "Gay?" He finishes the line for me.
   "Yeah.." it gets quiet for a minute, but it felt like forever.
    "Is that a problem?" He asks and sighs. "If it is just tell me now and I'll leave."
    "Its not, it's just -" He stands up before I can finish. "Wait, Andrew-" I reach out for his hand, "I wasn't expecting it. It's not bad or anything I get it you know, you like men or whatever you like and that's fine." Its not fine. My stomach churns. Why would it be fine Its not.
   "I'm gonna go to my room now." He takes his hand back and walks to his room. I hear the door click and that's that. Its only about 9:30 now, and it's not the way I expected the night to go. I mean, obviously, I'm okay with the gays, as long as they don't shove it down my throat and shit. I find myself opening another can of beer and watching another movie.
   Around 10 Andrew comes out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He's on the phone with someone but I can't hear who he's talking to. I manage to hear a "ya, 10:30 I'll meet you at your apartment? Or do you wanna meet there." He hums and goes back into his room. 10:30 tonight? And where is he going at 10:30. Who is he going with. He doesn't even have friends here yet. And someone with a apartment? So obviously someone's who's broke. I turn up the volume on the TV and take another drink before going back to my food and movie.
   10:30ish rolled around and Andrew's walking to the door. He's got these massive heels on, the tiniest jean shorts, and a seemingly homemade cut up shirt that has cunt painted on it in bright pink. "Where are you going." He turns to look at me as if I was crazy. He's got a ton of makeup on, but he still looks like a boy with it. A lot of glitter though.
   "Out." He grabs his keys and slings his leather purse over his shoulder.
   "Where's 'out' and why the hell are you dressed like that?"
  "Out is wherever I want to go and I'm dressed the way I'd like to be dressed." He snaps back and slams the door. I hear his motorcycle start and then he's gone. I groan because who the fuck goes out looking like that. He looks like one of those sissy sluts you see outside the club except that he's a boy. I look at my phone to text him.

                    What time will you be back.
                                                                 Seen

I slam down the Chinese box and stand up. "This is fucking bullshit he can't get mad at me for him being gay that's bullshit. This is bullshit!" I'm talking to myself like some sort of crazy person. I text him again.

                          If you crash or get taken
                       I'm not coming to get you.
                                       It'd be your fault.
                                                      Delivered