Grayson King
Jason's drool pooling up on the table is disgusting.
Why was I stuck with him?
I came specifically for Dylan.
Not this insufferable dumbass.
I look over to the bar and see Dylan and Nicholas talking.
Before coming here, I went to the bar to have some drinks and order some extra for Dylan.
The bar may be crowded, but my eyes don't fail to catch Nicholas putting his hand on Dylan's.
This motherfucker.
"What is that motherfucker doing?"
I whisper about to get up when I see them heading over to the booth I got left at.
"I've ordered some drinks for us."
"We're heading out."
"What?"
"You always get the worst drinks anyways."
I internally roll my eyes.
"Where are you guys going?"
"Dylan's place."
"Let me join."
We stared at each other for a bit.
"Sleepover!"
Jason yells out. Bringing a smug look onto my face.
"Jason has spoken."
I get up and head out with them.
"Nice car."
"Thanks."
Dylan has a nice Porsche Panamera. I remember hearing him talk about getting one in high school.
He always distanced himself from me.
I understand I acted like a dick in middle school, but that was in the past.
"Are you drunk too? You've been standing there staring into space for 2 minutes."
"Sorry."
I get into the backseat with Jason. Yet again, becoming a babysitter.
Getting into the car with them was fine, but hearing Nicholas subtly flirt with Dylan for the 10-minute drive made my blood boil.
I should have driven behind them and could have used my imagination about what was going on in this car, one where I knew Nicholas wasn't flirting with Dylan.
We arrive at Dylan's place, and just like him, it is divine.
He's always loved gardening. When we were kids, he and I would always be helping out in his mother's garden. He loved gardening, and I loved what he loved, so I always joined in when I came over to play.
Our families, along with Jason's, have always been close.
We all lived in the same wealthy neighborhood right next to each other, which is why our parents got close.
"Grayson, can you help me?"
"Don't worry, I got it."
I put Jason on my back and walked into the house behind Dylan and Nicholas.
"Place him over here. I'll go get a trash can."
I place Jason on a couch, and Dylan walks back over with a trashcan, putting it beside Jason.
I sit on a different couch and let out a sigh of relaxation.
"You're not much of a dick when you've had a couple of drinks."
I look up at Dylan and see Nicholas nowhere to be seen.
"I never really mean to be a dick."
"That's hard to believe."
"Believe what you want. It's a free country anyways."
"I remember you always saying that in high school."
"So you did pay attention to me in high school."
"You said it so often it got burned into my brain. You were ruthless."
I chuckle and remember how I always got into trouble in middle and high school.
His smile is beautiful.
I haven't received his genuine smile since we were kids. I fucked up my chances start of middle school.
"Go to bed."
"No, I can stay with Jason. I've dealt with him being this drunk since his 21st birthday."
"You let us stay over, so let me stay with him. These couches are comfortable anyway."
"Okay. Thank you."
Dylan smiles at me again, and I can genuinely feel my heart melting.
I'm such a lover boy.
Why do I have to be such a dick?
I blame my mom.
