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I open my eyes, glancing around. Another day. Another shot at trying this whole reality thing.
Let's see. I tried it two days ago, and found out Rob messed around with Joe.
Tried again yesterday, and had a panic attack.
Third time's a charm.
I pray no one is here. Hopefully Rob went to class like I should have. I really don't want anyone seeing me like this. Or hearing me as I blast Simon & Garfunkel.
I'm a mess.
I, not surprisingly, get tired of laying in bed, and end up on the couch. Possibly drooling as I stare at some shit on tv. Just as I'm about to fall asleep, there's a knock at the door. I figure it's Rob. Not questioning once why he'd knock.
It's not Rob. It's Dave. Standing at my door, smiling to me. I look him up and down, and he couldn't look anymore... Student like. I step out of the way, and let him enter the house.
"Hey." He grins to me.
"Hey.. What are you doing here?" He doesn't answer, just lifts his head some, looking like he's deep in thought.
He steps closer to my door, where my Simon & Garfunkel cd still plays on repeat.
"I love this song."
I scowl and raise an eyebrow.
"You do not."
"Don't make me start singing. You wouldn't like that."
"No, I doubt I would."
"I am a rock, you know. I am an island."
"Why are you here, again?"
"Hadn't seen you around lately. Asked Rob, and he said you've been stressed and shit. So I thought I so should see if you needed anything.. Someone to talk to. Things like that." He said almost too casually, crossing his arms over his chest. Casual enough to irk me slightly.
"Just because I sucked you off doesn't mean you have to be all buddy buddy with me."
Oh, good job Brad.
"Ever thought I maybe wanted to be buddy buddy with you because of you?"
"You don't really know me."
"I know you well enough to expect you to be a dick right now."
"Geez, thanks. Let's base a friendship on that."
"So you don't want even want to attempt a friendship with me? You know me less than I know you. I'm not asking for much, just for us to get to know each other better."
"Friendship? Lousy start, don't you think?"
"I also know you well enough to assume lousy starts are your specialty."
"Ouch."
I have to say, he has bite, and isn't afraid to kick a man when he's down. Gets points for that.
"Did I hurt your pride? 'Cause I doubt it. Your pride could withhold a tank."
"No, my pride is still very much intact." He snorts softly. "You're just blunt."
"Also smarter than I look."
And fuck me, he was right. We end up sitting on the couch, and before I know it I'm spilling my guts. First thing I tell him?
"...And then we're fucking, and it's amazing. But then.. Isn't this where you tell me I'm a horrible person?"
"How long have you known Mike and Joe?"
"Not that long."
"I'm assuming Rob hasn't known them long, either."
"I don't really know."
"Okay, let me tell you how things will go. You unfortunately got yourself dragged into a mess. But luckily you have me to walk you through it."
I'm now beyond confused, so I wait for him to continue.
"Mike and Joe will break up. They will try their hardest to drag you into the fight. Whatever you do, don't. Within a week, they will be back together. You will find yourself in a very awkward situation, because Mike and Joe will soon become very close friends with you."
"So you're saying this is not a new thing. And all the worrying, and maybe hoping I've done about Joe kicking my ass was a waste."
"Yeah. They're even more of drama queens then you. They love fighting, they love pissing each other off."
"You'd think it would get old."
"It's they're way of showing love. Kinda a, hey I'm fucking someone else only because I want your attention."
"And how do you know this?"
"I've known Mike for awhile. Even helped their fucked up love sometimes."
"You've fucked Mike?"
"No. I'm messed around with Joe."
"And Mike is your friend."
"And Joe is just... Tell me you've never wanted to touch that skin."
"You'd have to ask Rob about that, not me."
"Okay, you have my attention. What was that?"
"Rob. He."
Me. Brad Delson. Unable to speak. This doesn't happen. Dave catches on, and fills in the blanks.
"I had no idea." He says after a moment. And I stare at him.
"It's all so fucked up, I know."
"I never would have thought."
"I know, okay. Fuck." I say, getting annoyed with all this. That's the problem with talking to people. They always want to talk as well.
"Rob's straight."
"What?" I look over to him and scrunch my face up.
"I can't believe he's straight."
"What do you mean? He's always around girls. He loves girls. He love pussy."
"But he hangs out with gay guys. And he gets along well with girls. Like, the girls who giggle all the time and ask for fashion advice. Plus. He has that little.. thing about him."
"Little thing?" I now must know about this little thing, but Dave doesn't seem to hear a word.
"And how the hell could a straight man live with you?"
I open my mouth to speak, but can't. That's a damn good point.
That's where our conversation died off, and other things kind of came up.
I did plan on pushing him away. Not that I wanted to, just thought I'd try the right thing for once. Not that this was the wrong thing. I just thought it would be better not to. Trying to figure out what is right is harder than I remember.
And I was about to push him away. I was pretty sure with all that happened, letting this happen couldn't help things.
But his lips attached themselves to my neck, and his hands slid under my shirt. I'm not really one to say no.
