Band Camp (boyxboy)

Chapter 10

♫We're just two lost souls,

Swimming in a fish bowl,

Year after year♫

I wouldn't put it on my list of top ten kisses if I had a choice, but since I'd had less than 10 it was there regardless. Not that it was bad; it just wasn't electrifyingly mind blowing. Then again, I was beginning to doubt those kisses existed.

I had dreamt of this moment for so long that the thought of pushing her away never crossed my mind, despite the fact there were two teachers and probably forty band kids within a visible distance.

At some point I'm sure I heard the door to the guys' washroom open, but I was too busy trying tp massage Leigh's tongue with my own. It was only when I opened my eyes to sneak a peek a Leigh's facial expression I noticed that not only had her eyes been open this entire time- which on top of being creepy and possibly murderous is a complete turn off- but Sidney was standing there. He didn't look surprised, and he had this smug look on his face.

I pulled away, because now that Leigh and I were looking each other in the eyes this whole kiss had become weird.

"Showing her what I taught you?" Sidney asked. I couldn't tell if he was bitter because I was kissing her, or if he just came by being an asshole natural, but either way he was getting his clarinet shoved up somewhere really unpleasant later tonight. Actually, knowing him he'd probably enjoy that. Kinky fuck.

He was still smirking as he walked away, and Leigh was staring at me with shock.

"You guys hooked up? Are you into guys?" Leigh asked, wide-eyed.

"Obviously, that's why we were just kissing. Your beard just turned me right o-" She cut me off with a light slap to the chest and an eye roll. She looked more intrigued than upset though.

"Okay, okay. Bi, then?"

"I guess so. I'm trying this thing where I don't need a billion labels for everything," I replied somewhat bitterly and she shrugged.

"Fine, fair enough. Just a warning though, when we go back to school all these guys saying they're bi will magically be straight again." It was starting to make sense. The reason it felt like the entire bisexual population just happened to be present at band camp was because they were really just horny teenagers who wanted to get off however they could- that is until it might affect their reputation. And if you came to school saying you had sex with someone and they denied it, you just end up looking pathetic, so it's no exactly like it's hard to lie about.

"Like Vegas? What happens at band camp stays at band camp?"

"Basically."

"That's exactly what I'm looking for," I admitted. It was true. I didn't need to bring all this self-discovery shit back to school with me. I wanted to be the same Logan, just maybe with a bit more experience. I went to a Catholic school, there are always a handful of those people posting stuff on Facebook like 'Why is Kathleen Wynne our premier? It's bad enough she's a lesbian'. Because despite everything wrong with that statement, they also missed the memo that Facebook was dead. I didn't need anyone hating me. I mean, it's not like I was going to get gay bashed or anything, but I rather just not have to deal that. High school's stupid. It's so secluded and your whole life seems to be based around it. Everyone cares about everyone else's shit.

She didn't reply, mostly because I didn't give her time. I walked back to the table. Sidney had his head down like he was praying, so I assumed he must have fallen asleep again. The card game hadn't ended yet. I wasn't even able to sit down before hearing Ms. MacDonald's voice saying, "Dishes away and then two hours of practice. Vocalists stay here, instrumentalists to the common room."