Garret Taylor is Totally Gay (boyxboy)

8: Fall Break pt. 2

I don't think Garret knew it, but he earned some brownie points with my dad for chewing me out over drinking. Dad told me the next morning that I should be more like Garret.

I was thinking about what Garret said. If I can't do it for me, do it for Ashton. I'll do it for Ashton, yeah, but will I enjoy it? Hell no.

Nonetheless, after I woke up the next morning and threw up a lot and my dad yelled at me, I called Garret.

"Hey..." I mumbled.

"Hey, Chase," he replied.

"I'm not drunk anymore. "

"I can tell. "

"Can I come over?" He sighed a little.

"Yeah, Chase, that's fine."

"Okay... I'll, uh, be there in a minute. "

"See ya. "

He didn't seem too happy.

I made sure I looked decent and I didn't reek of vomit before I left for Garret's. It was a warm day... springy.

"Hey," Garret greeted as he opened up the door. His nose was red and his hair was messy. He was still in pajamas. I stepped in and ruffled his hair.

"Hey, babe," I replied, giving him head kisses. He smiled into my shoulder.
"Nobody's home, and my allergies are killing me!" he said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"That's okay. We can cuddle and kiss till you feel better." Garret smiled a little at that.

"Maybe more..." He mumbled a little bit as he pulled me into the living room. I quirked my brow at him.

"What was that?"

"Oh, uh..." His pale cheeks flushed a bright red color. "It's just that... now that I think about it, I honestly do think I'm ready for... it." I plopped down on the couch and plopped him into my lap.

"That's all fine and dandy, but you're all sick and snotty, babe. And I still think we should wait a little while more."

"I don't get you, Chase," he said after a minute. "I get that you want to wait, that's perfectly fine with me, and I'm capable of waiting too. It's just, like yesterday, you go out and get drunk in the middle of the day, being all immature. Now, you're all serious. I don't know... I like you more when you're being thoughtful... I feel so mean."

"You're not, Garret," I said. "In a relationship, it's good to talk about what you like and what you don't, is it not? I'm sorry about yesterday. I was really frustrated and didn't know what to do."

He nodded and put his head on my shoulder, which was really warm. I just rubbed his back soothingly as he laid there.

What I didn't get about Garret was that he was telling me he wanted to have sex when literally a few days ago he said he didn't.

I sighed a little as I thought about my dad, my brother, my life. It was all... well, for lack of a better word... shitty.

My dad hates me because I'm dating a guy, my dad hates my brother because he wasn't born with a dick. My dad probably hates my boyfriend, and I'm stressed, and I don't know how to cope.

"Are you okay?" Garret asked, lifting his head up off of my shoulder. I sighed again, nodding.

"Yeah. You feeling okay? Your head's hot." Garret nodded, then shrugged.

"I guess so. I think I may possibly be getting sick. " He offered me a little smile. I grinned at him and leaned forward, capturing his lips with mine. He pulled back after a second. "If I get sick, I don't want you to be sick."