Nate couldn't stop smiling. Not on the car ride home, or the walk up the driveway, or when he entered his home, or when he lied on his bed and pet Luna. So much had happened in the span of less than 24 hours. They had both—Nate definitively, and Theodore seemingly—flirted with each other in a way that felt different from friendly compliments. They had touched numerous times not out of necessity like they had before. No one needed comfort; they were touching just to touch. Nate's stomach did summersaults every time he thought about the little moments between them. If Theodore wasn't flirting, then he sure as hell loved being close with his friends.
"Knock, knock," a voice spoke outside Nate's door, along with knuckles thumping against the wood.
"Come in," he responded as he sat up in his bed. He had yet to leave his pile of blankets, but he wasn't complaining.
Alice walked inside the room. The scent of her rose perfume followed her as sat on the corner of his mattress. "How was last night?"
Nate's breath hitched. He texted her that he was spending the night at Theodore's, but didn't specify the reason why. Even though he knew that his parents wouldn't care—they had caught him smoking weed once with his cousin Jackson and all he got was a very in depth talk about how drugs affect underdeveloped brains—he still felt weird openly admitting that he got so high and drunk he could barely walk.
"It was good, we just made some waffles and talked and went to bed," he grinned, hoping the explanation was enough.
"Sounds fun. I'm glad you had a good time," she spoke sweetly before she changed the subject abruptly. "The kids have a soccer tournament a couple hours away on Tuesday, and I know you have your own stuff going on, but-"
"I'd love to go," Nate smiled, and truly, he did; he loved hanging out with his family, even if the twins could be a lot sometimes.
"Thank you. It will mean so much to Ava and Bryce. We're going to leave at 6 in the morning."
"How did you just say that so casually?"
Alice laughed—slapping Nate playfully on the arm, which caused him to jump.
"You make me laugh so much, kid," she replied. "Also, on another note, your cousin is now getting married next month; they had to postpone the wedding again because they kept booking the venue for the wrong dates. I love her, but dear godCynthia has bad management skills."
Nate furrowed his brows, already forgetting about the fact that he would need to be awake by at least 5:15 on Tuesday. "Wasn't that supposed to happen, like, 2 months ago?"
"Yes, it was. Do you not remember me telling you that it was postponed the first time?"
That was definitely not something Nate remembered. "Nope."
"Okay, well, she is finally getting married, and the offer still stands for you to bring a friend or Theodore if you wanted."
"Or Theodore? Is he not my friend?"
"Of course he is, but... he's not just your friend, is he?"
Nate knew that the conversation was bound to happen. After months of the "hypothetical" conversations and hints, he knew his mom would pop the question. She expected the truth, too. "I don't really know anymore."
Alice nudged his knee with foot. "Spill. I've never got to hear boy drama from you before and I've been dying to."
He chuckled lightheartedly. "It's not that interesting; it's just come to a point where I think he may be flirting back but I truly don't know."
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All Our Sensitivity
Lãng mạnNate was born blind. That was a fact. Nate was also gay. That was a fact that came much later after his six-month relationship with his best friend, who simultaneously realized she was gay too. Another fact: Nate became enamored with the man at the...
