(Un)forgettable part 2
Nobody asked for it, but it's here and it's queer
Synopsis: Fem boys kick ass
warnings: mistakes (cos I'm rubbish), Swearing (obv), Homophobia, mild violence (cos homophobes have tiny penises and they compensate for this by be...
Nam:My folks are out of town for the weekend. Im so scared to stay in this big house alone.
He's ridiculous. I'm in this fancy high street shopping mall, looking for a birthday present for Luc, but all I can think about is what Nam and I will be up to in his big scary house for two whole days. I have to close my eyes for a moment and take a deep, measured breath. Even thinking about seeing Nam gives me butterflies. This is ridiculous. I thought I couldn't stand him just a couple of weeks ago.
I glance around to see if people are staring at me because my paranoia is telling me that everyone can read my dirty mind from as far as outer space. Thankfully, no one is staring at me in disgust.
Nam: will you save me from the scary ghosts?
Should I send him a witty reply or a simple yes is fine? I walk ahead, staring at Nam's message like a total dork. I try to come up with something cute but my poor old mind is not in the right state for creativity. A thumbs-up emoji will do just fine. I've told Nam I'm boring. I shove my phone back into my jeans and look up.
There's a dress on a hanger in front of me.
There's definitely something fundamentally wrong with my mind because I can't look away and all I can think about is Nam. In this dress. And the image takes my breath away.
It doesn't look anything like the dress he was wearing at Fort's birthday party last year. This one is... elegant. And beautiful. A black sequined dress with two high slits that make me think about Nam's legs. My head feels light and I'm about to lose my balance, and there's an imminent danger of getting hard in public.
This is an impulse decision. I grab the dress and head to the checkout.
Nam told me not to be scared.
Well, I'm trying.
This is definitely not boring.
There's a chance Nam will laugh in my face.
In any case, we will learn something new about each other.
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"Is it for me?" Nam reaches for the bag in my hand as soon as the door closes behind me.
"Mhm," I say eloquently.
Nam's house is exactly as I imagined it – huge, opulent, with columns on the porch and crystal chandeliers. The entryway leads to the spacious living room with an open-plan kitchen and floor-to-ceiling windows. The marble floor is cold and soothing beneath my bare feet.
"Mark," Nam calls and I rotate back toward him. He examines the dress, a confused little frown on his face. "Do you have a secret girlfriend?"
I swallow hard. My palms are sweaty and my face heats up. I don't know what to say. I could craft my way out of this by saying this is for my mom. But Nam saw my mom and her style. I could say it's just a joke, but then I'd be a douche who laughs at feminine guys. There's a receipt in my pocket. I can return the stupid dress and forget about it. I didn't even know a piece of clothing could cost that much.
