More Than Friends?

2- The Party (Part 2)

As we walked into the house, all I saw was a bunch of half dressed sluts grinding on heterosexual men. I considered myself attractive as I had blonde scruff on my face and head, a sharp jaw line, defined muscles, rare violet eyes, and a smile guys would kill for. But as hot as I was, I was no match for Cole. He had jet black hair, and a perfect, cleanly shaven face. His teeth are perfect and so white they almost blind your eyes. His body made mouths water. Hard abs and amazing arms.
A girl walked up to up and flashed a fake smile, she pushed her chest up.
"Hey hotties" She slurred, obviously drunk.
"What's up" Cole responded.
"You boys want to dance" I could smell the alcohol in her breath.
"No thanks, we're good" I spit out. Cole glared at me and I glared back.
"Hey Jamie, can I talk to you in private"  Cole whispered.
"Sure" I smiled. We walked into a small bedroom that no one was in. Cole turned at gave me a death glare.
I looked at him and teased "Whats up buddy!"
His eyes burned hole in my forehead, "What the hell man, she was digging us"
"A, don't say that ever again and B, she's probably some slut with a thousand STD's!"
"That's why condoms were created"
"Condoms were created to stop pregnancy"
"Shut up!" Cole yelled after my little fact,
"It doesn't matter, what matters is that a hot chick came to us, and you shot her down!" He scolded. This is how I knew Cole was straight. He was always going on about the hottest girls, and which ones he wants to screw. It made me want to puke. My life would be a lot easier if he didn't go on about some hot 'chick'.
Sometimes I wonder how Cole and I are even friends.
A few hours of me sitting, watching Cole drown himself in alcohol, he wondered off. Probably to bang some poor girl. When he came back he had a small smirk on his face.
"What's up with you?" I asked
"Oh, you know, Cole stuff" He responded
"That sounds like something I should be worried about" I warned,
"Nothing to worry about" He reassure  "Yet any way." The look in his eyes are something I will never forget.
His lips looked so nice. If only I could tell him that without ruining years of friendship and losing the most important person in my life. He looked me in the eyes, "What's wrong?" He asked, his bushy eyebrows meeting in the middle out of concern. I couldn't hold my giggles in after that. "Your eyebrows!" I gasped out.
"Very funny," he exclaimed "get your giggles out and move on."
" I'm terribly sorry my furry friend." I joked. He shot me an annoyed look and walked away, receiving the stares of many young woman. I rolled my eyes and went after him. This is going to be a long night.