A Bisexual Story (BoyxBoyxGirl)

Chapter Eight (part 2)

Okay so you guys will find out about Nikita's Aunt Maggie, hence a picture of what she'd look like to the right, Emma Thompson. Now the song is something Sean would favor, Not Alone by RED. Sean is rather romantic when he wants to be. Another shock coming your way, or maybe not so much. Read and find out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sean

"Did I just hear your dad say what I think he said?" I asked when I was sure no one could hear us.

"You did." Nikita said with a frozen face.

"So you're not going to talk to me about it?" I tried to pout.

"I'm not." Dang, usually when I gave her the puppy eyes it worked.

"Where are we headed?" I tried a change of subject as we headed up the stairs.

"My room."

"Guess I should leave you alone for a while."

"You should."

"Ouch Nikita, the fact that you don't need me hurts my soul."

"Too bad."

I stopped in mid step as she made a right and vanished into the hallway. I wasn't actually hurt. It just sort of gave me an excuse to go raid her refrigerator.

The refrigerator was where I was headed when a little of the conversation with Mrs. Richards did a replay in my head. How cool was it for Nikita to have an aunt that was raised in England? Mrs. Richards had a sister that was given up for adoption. So Maggie Hawkins, the lady I only meant once, had plans to fly in by the 4th of July. Ms. Hawkins, I mean Maggie (she insisted I call her by her first name) is by all, my favorite aunt. She was the kind of person I just felt comfortable around.

She knew Nikita and I were dating, did she know about Blake yet? Mrs. Richards hadn't disclosed (thanks for the vocab Blake!) that with just yet. All I knew was that Maggie was coming back and was going to tell Nikita right away. I just overheard a fact that I shouldn't have. Mr. Richards looked me dead in the eye with no face expression to give away when I followed his daughter.

I didn't have time to think much more on the manner because I had a choice to make. Yogurt or chicken salad?

"Thank you soooo," Blake really didn't need to drag the word out like that, "much for the help."

"You're welcome," I answered without taking my head out from between the fridge doors. Big mistake.

Next thing I knew I was seeing stars.

"Not funny!" I roared. "That hurt!"

"It would have been funny if there were hamburgers twirling around your head," Blake said and then gave a deep dramatic pause to think. The kind when he had to put a finger on his chin and scratch it. "But that would have made you hungrier."

"Hey," Mandy stepped into room hand in hand with Jenna like they just had a picnic together or something, "Are we interrupting your love fest? Should we leave you two alone?"

"Let Sean slap some meat in between the buns?"

I started to stammer but Shane walked in too. They were all smiling a bit too much. "The sides of my head feel swollen!" I whined. I gave my Emmy award act of a man in serious pain.

Blake caved taking my head gently in his hands, "Well maybe your head will swell up and make room for your brain to grow you big baby."

I didn't care how much he insulted me at the moment. Those hands felt good rubbing my skull.

"I'm sorry I tried smashing your head in with the refrigerator door," he said.

I dropped to my knees burying my face in his stomach. The firmness of his stomach was giving me a few... thoughts.