My "Supposedly Straight" Gay Boyfriend (BoyxBoy)

Twenty Three

Okay, I'm sorry for three things... One, for updating late. Two, for unintentionally tricking you guys into thinking I posted a new chapter two days ago. And three for... well you'll find out. Enjoy!... Or not. O.O

* This chapter may contain grammatical errors and typos. *

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Jay

It was as if time was frozen. None of us moved. None of us blinked. None of us even breathed. Grant, who was in the other car, was stuck staring at me and I stared right back. I was almost pretty damn sure that Tom wasn't just staring at Grant. He was probably glaring daggers through his thick skull.

A car behind us honked their horn, as if commanding us to move out of the way. That jolted me out of my frozen state. I mumbled a curse under my breath and quickly turned my steering wheel so I can immediately get us out of the way. Luckily, our cars never collided.

Grant, on the other hand, had other ideas. When I finally steered us away from his car, he purposely accelerated his own. My eyes widened and I tried to avoid it, but it was too late.

Grant's cheap-ass car collided head first into mine. On my side.

It all happened too quickly because one second, I was already on my way out of the parking structure and then the next, I was crushed into a pulp in my seat.

The intensity of the crash was enough to push our car towards the other parked car to our right. Tom was probably in a better condition than I was. I took most of the impact.

I can only feel a sharp pain against the left side of my body and my head was throbbing. I heard Tom shouting my name, but everything was getting too hazy. Dark spots started to form in my vision and then unconsciousness took over.

They said that before you die, your life flashed before your eyes. It was true. All of it was true.

I started seeing flashbacks from as far as I could remember. They included both the good and bad memories.

The last parts of my memory left a bad taste though, because it hasn't been that long since the whole situation with Grant and the struggles of coming out as a homosexual. All of it was somehow dampened by the memory of when Tom and I first got together and our first time making love to each other.

Tom.

I never got to say goodbye to him.

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Tom

The bastard couldn't just leave Jay alone? We were doing so well without having been disturbed by his presence, but now he's just ruining everything.

Jay maneuvered us out of the way until the asshole t-boned us into another car. It all happened in the blink of an eye and the second I was able to make sense of what was happening, Jay was already slipping in and out of consciousness.

"Jay!" I tried shouting. Please, stay awake. "Jay!" There was blood already spilling down the side of his face and it was splattered across the curtain airbags of his car. The side airbags on his seat also deployed, but his arm looked like a mess. I fumbled with my seat belt, trying to release the buckle and pushed my door open.

The car that honked behind us was thankfully still there. "Help!" I shouted to them. The two men scrambled out of the car and ran towards us.

"Jesus! Are you okay?" The taller, the driver, asked. I nodded frantically. "But my boyfriend isn't," I whined desperate. "Please get some help," I pleaded. The shorter of the two nodded and ran towards the hospital.