Little More Than Platonic

Not Gay

He didn't know what he was, but he defiantly wasn't gay...he wasn't gay...he liked women. Not men. Richard was just a close friend, nothing more. Just a close friend, who hugged him a lot and was physically close most of the time they were together. He wasn't gay. He tried to pretend the kiss didn't happen, it didn't mean anything...

Chris scrolled his email, looking at all of the pictures his mom sent them. 38 down, 51 left. While he was on the computer, Richard was standing by the kitchen counter, going through the mail.

He looks cute, just standing there, concentrated on the mail, Chris thought to himself, freezing at what he just said in his head. What?!

He shook his head, he couldn't have said that. First of all, he wasn't gay. Second, he swore off dating, let alone crushes. He didn't like Richard. But then why did I call him cute?

While Chris was practically hyperventilating at the computer, Richard didn't pick up his head from one specific letter, staring at its return address.

He managed to calm down, reminding himself of all of his past experiences. He defiantly doesn't like Richard, and he's defiantly not gay. They just accidentally kissed, nothing in it.

Richard sighed loudly, throwing the envelope down on the counter.

"What? Are you okay?" Chris asked, eyeing the rejected letter.

"Yeah...I'm fine. It's just...nothing. It's nothing." He gave a nervous smile, quickly snatching up the letter, shoving it in his jacket pocket.

"Why did you take that letter?"

"It had the wrong address...I'm going to go return it. I'll be back soon." Richard said, practically running out the door, slamming it behind him.

What the hell?