Two Truths and a Lie

Eight O'clock Wake Up Call

A/N: If you skimmed over the description and tags before starting this story, then let me restate something in-case you missed it: This is a boyxboy, a LGBTQ story, a book with two males who are very likely to kiss, make-out, and possibly even have sex somewhere along the lines. You have been warned. Please keep your homophobia to yourself. Thank you.

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           I wasn't a morning person, a fact that everyone who knew me knew about. This was why I found it strange that the guy who should have known me the best, barged his way into my bedroom at eight o'clock on a Saturday morning and flopped his sinewy body down onto my bed and whined, "I'm so bored!"

"Get your fat ass off my bed and out of my room, dickface," I grumbled into my pillow, kicking my so-called best friend from beneath the covers.

"No! You need to entertain me, Laney!" Two hands grabbed hold of the blankets, and with one swift motion they were at my feet and cool air attacked the now exposed bare flesh of my back.

I lifted my head and – after a quick glance at the digital clock that sat on my nightstand to confirm that it was in fact eight fucking o'clock in the damn morning – glared at him.

"It's Saturday, the one day I actually can sleep in during the school year, and you woke me up..." I trailed off, letting him know just how displeased with him I was. He only smirked in response. I growled, "Joey..."

He raised his hands in surrender, but never lost his amusement. His silver eyes twinkled with laughter, reminding me of a bright moon during a starry night. On his ear, a silver stud in the cartilage at the top glinted at me through the thick strands of silky dark hair that curled around his ears. That too, reminded me of a clear nights sky. He was the embodiment of night if there ever was one. I caught myself in that moment, just staring at his hair and my fingers itching to run through it, and forced my gaze elsewhere. Elsewhere turned out to my closet door, slightly ajar and spilling clothes into my room.

"Well, get a move on it Mister!" Joey ordered me playfully, while giving me a push toward my bedroom door. "Go take a shower and get dressed before I die of boredom, slowpoke."

Grumbling under my breath the whole way, I slowly trudged my way to the bathroom down the hall to do as he said. Once clean and dripping water on the hardwood floors, I walked back to my room with a towel around my waist. The hallway was cold after being in the bathroom with all of the steam and the hot water spraying down on me, and I shivered as a soft draft caressed my skin. Joey wasn't in my room when I returned, so I decided to take that opportunity to quickly change into a fresh pair of boxers and snug faded blue jeans. It wasn't like we hadn't seen each other naked before, Joey often enjoyed parading around in nothing but shorts or his underwear, but I was fairly self-conscious about my body. Joey was lean and had a bit of muscle from doing yard work for most of the summer as a part time job. He was taller than me by two inches, something he always loved to remind me about. I on the other hand, didn't have as much to brag about. In all honestly, I had some muscle but I was more thin and lanky. Looking in the full length mirror hanging on my closet door, I swept my gaze from top to bottom of my image, stopping here and there for a few brief seconds before moving on. There was no six pack abs or even toned anything for that matter. It wasn't that I was fat, but I wasn't a jock either.

"Done admiring yourself, doll face?" Joey teased from the doorway.

Grabbing a t-shirt, I quickly pulled it over my head while turning away from the mirror. I pulled it down over my stomach and then looked toward my friend.