Stockholm Syndrome

Part 2 : Friday!

Friday. Friday night. Finally, the day - well evening - I enjoy the most out of the seven different available options. Why ? Well that's simple. It the one night a week I go out with my friends -yes I do have friends - and get plastered whilst searching for men. Most Fridays I get lucky and well, this particular Friday is not going to be an exception.

I looked down at my phone, checking my messages to double check that Maxwell, or Maxie as we know him, would be picking me up at 9:30 pm at my house. Maxie was tall and slim with blonde hair and blue eyes. Yes he is gay, but no I do not like him. I would definitely be attracted to him, but well, he's more like a brother to me than anything else. He and I go way back. He was the first boy I ever kissed and well, after Maxie kissed me that day, I knew I was gay. We've had each others backs since that day and have always been there for each other. Seven years now, soon to be eight.

I grabbed my keys and phone, checking my appearance in the mirror once more before leaving the house shutting the door behind myself. I glanced down at my watch, smiling as I saw that I was bang on time : 9:28 pm. I leaned against the fence whilst waiting, but Maxie pulled up just a few moments later. Well, Maxie and Tony. Never one without the other. They're just friends, but I knew their 'friendship' was a little more complicated than they let off. Tony is straight. Maxie is gay. But I have caught them making out quite a few times. Tony told me he likes Max, but Maxie doesn't want to make things hard for Tony. Therefore they both deny how they feel. Until alcohol gets into their systems and then they are all over each other. It's quite sad if you think about it. But hey, they're okay with it so why shouldn't I be ?

I opened the door, climbing in the car greeting them both before Maxie started driving away. I took deep breaths, smiling softly as I watched the houses go by. I saw Tony move out of the corner of my eye and soon enough, music filled the silent car. I bit my lip as I compared all the houses we drove by. After a while I turned my attention back to the interior of the car, smiling small as I saw Tony place his hand over Maxie's on the head stick. Tony gently stoked the other boy's hand with his thumb a few times before pulling his hand away. It was small gestures like these that made it so hard for me to believe they were just friends. I decided not to comment on the gesture, not wanting to bother them.

About 10 minutes later, we turned into a small parking lot, outside of a raving bar. As soon as the car stopped, Tony, Maxie and I were straight out of the car. Maxie stood between Tony and I, hooking his arms around our shoulders. We walked together stopping at the entrance. I pulled away, fumbling for my ID in my pocket. Maxie and Tony stayed close, causing me to smile. We showed our IDs, before heading into the mobbed bar.

This night was gonna be good. I could feel it.