∆Blue Neighborhøød∇ Jøshler

Chapter 6: When a Man Loves A Man

When a man loves a man, down deep in his soul. He can bring him so much misery.
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From Jishua:
Hey Ty-guy, I'll be over later I have a date. If all goes good I'll introduce you two. See you soon.

That's what I awoke to. I woke up with a small smile, then reality came and punched me right in the face.

What do I reply to that? I can't tell him that he shouldn't go on the date without coming across jealous or rude.

But I am horrible at faking my feelings.

I scroll through my contacts and come across one that I've never used.

Brendon

I hover my finger above his name and slowly click it.

It rings three times before he picks up,

"Who the fuck is this?"

I flinch at this choice of words and tone, but ignore it.

"Hey, it's, uhm, Tyler. The guy from Taco Bell," I whisper timidly.

He probably doesn't even remember me. I mean I did wait a long time to call or text him.

I'm such an idiot.

"Aw, how could I forget a face like yours. What's up? Finally ready to embrace your inner gay?"

I chuckle nervously and shake my head.

"I, uhm, I was maybe wondering if you wanted to hang out today? I mean you don't have to, obviously. I just don't have anything to do today and-"

"Dude chill, sure I'll hang with you. We can go to the mall or something, yeah? What happened to the sexy sassy ass from Taco Bell? Now you're so timid and stuttery."

Stuttery...? Is this boy uneducated in the proper use of grammar? I am by no means a master, but he literally just made up a word based on a concept.

I ignore him and continue to say,

"Yeah, the mall sounds great. I'll see you in like twenty minutes, yeah? I live at 21 Lane Boy Avenue. I'm the only house with a purple mail box, so it shouldn't be that hard to find."

"See you in twenty."

And with that we both hung up and I rushed to get ready.

I pull on some black skinny jeans from my floor that looked clean and smelled decent.

I decide to wear a plain back tee with my green jacket to finish it off, and I make sure to comb my hair once more before sitting on my phone and scrolling trough Tumblr.

Ten Tumblr minutes later a car honks, and I grin.

I pocket my phone and slip out my front door to see Brendon with his head stuck out the window.

"We'll don't you look fine as hell? Jump in," he motions with his head and a smile on his face.

I smile and climb into the passenger seat of his black Dodge Charger while buckling my seatbelt.