Jack and Greg rushed into the concert hall, hoping they weren't late.
"Sorry! Sorry. Are we late Mrs. Jordan?" Greg asked out of breath.
"No, didn't you get my email? Some of the kids can't make it here until three o'clock so they postponed your first rehearsal." Mrs. Jordan answered, as sweet as ever. "So this means we can go to the hotel rooms and get settled in."
"We're staying downtown? I didn't know that. That's awesome!" Jack said. "Oh wait, I don't have any-"
"Don't worry Jack. I told your parents about it and they packed all of your stuff. You're all ready to go." Mrs. Jordan told Jack to settle his nerves. "But at the moment, your stuff is in the lobby. Everybody's is actually. We don't have any idea on how we want to put you guys in your rooms, because we don't have enough rooms for everybody. Two people have to share. So we have Rach, Benny, Jonathan, Sam, Greg, and you Jack. So who wants to share a room?"
And right away, Greg responded, "I'll share a room with Jack." All eyes turned to him as his smile faded. "What? He and I are just close friends, we aren't gay."
"I'm fine with that," Jack responded. "I can just sleep on the floor. It reminds me of camping. Sort of."
"Then all's settled. Jack and Greg will share a room, and everybody else has they're own space. Now lets go get settled in."
"Jack," Greg said as he and Jack started getting they're stuff unpacked. "You don't have to sleep on the floor. You and I can share the bed. I don't mind."
Jack's face turned red as he turned towards the drawers, away from where Greg could see him. "Are you sure?"
"Of course. It's fine." Greg was very persistent with trying to get Jack to sleep in the same bed.
"Ok, fine. And I won't be offended if you put a wall of pillows between us." Jack said, his rosy cheeks slowly fading.
"I won't put up a wall of pillows, but I won't be offended if you do."
"I won't put up a wall of pillows either." Jack said smugly, his face now so red, it could be mistaken as a tomato.
It was later in the afternoon when Mrs. Jordan called Jack and Greg to come back to the concert hall. She told them that all the choirs had finally arrived and were ready to start rehearsal. Jack and Greg made it down and entered the concert hall, but a little too late.
"So you want to stand up so that your lungs aren't cru-" The men's choir director stopped in his tracks. "Look who decided to show up," the short bald man said. His voice was sassy, but it was an octave lower than any gay man's voice would be, so it was obvious he was straight. And what he lacked in height, he made up for in his personality. "I'm guessing you two are from CA. The others from your school told me that you would arrive shortly. They said you were settling into your queen sized room. I hope you two weren't making out."
"Where the hell did that come from?" Jack said. I mean, I wish, but Greg's straight. Right?
"No way sir. We're just friends." Greg said, less harshly than Jack did. He looked over, hoping that Jack would give him an apologetic stare or would say something.
But all he did was look at him and say, "Of course that wouldn't happen." Greg didn't know why, but that hurt him. It didn't hurt him because he felt Jack was implying he was gross or is a bad kisser, but it hurt because there might be a possibility that he wanted Jack to want to kiss him.
What are you saying Jack? Jack thought to himself. You really do want him, so why are you saying ew to all of this? How about you go up to him after or something and explain? No, that'll just make it awkward. Just tell him that it wasn't because you thought he was gross, just because the director seems like an asshat, and you didn't want him thinking anything.
