V (boyxboy short stories)

Val's prom night.

     Val sighed, chugging the remaining wine in his glass, eyes looking around above the rim.

     The graduation prom was being held in a fancy restaurant, not as fancily named 'Bill's '.

     Young couples were dancing around, with swooshes of dresses and ties as they went. Colors were hard to make out under the blue light, which offered a 'magical, seductive, mysterious thrill', as the organizer had mentioned. Really, it was just a pain in the ass, what with all the dresses you had to avoid stepping on.

     But Val guessed the weak blue lights would be much more convenient when dancing. It was always awkward facing a dance partner. The girl would always smile and giggle, and the man would have to grin seductively or something, it all felt too awkward. Thanks to the fact that the blue lights managed to hide the couples' expressions, it must've been considerably more comfortable that way.

     Not that Val would know, because he was about to ask a man to dance.

     No, he didn't actually have his hopes up. This was a one way ticket to failure.

     But, fuck it. It was the graduation prom, and the last opportunity to approach his friend like that. It could ruin their thing, or it could... No, really, it will ruin their friendship, but what friendship lasts forever? After the ceremony, they'd go on their merry ways, perhaps never meet again, so what was there to loose? Emotionally speaking, because he was surely to leave with his teeth in his pocket.

     With a sigh, he placed his empty glass on the table and straightened his tie. It was black, with thin multicolored stripes: purple, green, blue, yellow and red. His shirt was dark grey, and the rest of his sharp suit was black. His sister help him choose the suit, and she was also the one to attempt strangling him with the stupid tie when he let her know of his intention.

     Rubbing his neck as if to prepare for a similar treatment, he walked through the mob, trying to avoid interacting with people.

     Yes, he was one of those guys everyone knew. He wouldn't consider himself a jock- he didn't practice sports, he didn't wear stupid comic caps or low jeans, and his jackets were only of leather. He was just someone with dry sense of humor and good looks, combination which for some reason or another attracted people.

     He reached Eric.

     Now, there's no such thing as 'best friend' in men's realm, well, they wouldn't admit having one, anyway. They just go outside with someone, meet another one, a couple more and form a group, then go with it. There were people they hanged out with more than the others, and they just left it at that.

     Eric was Val's buddy since the first grade. Despite that, they didn't really have the whole 'bromance' thing going on. They would smoke on school breaks, walk the streets after school and sometimes sleepover in the weekends, but they didn't go around glued at the hip.

     Val wished.

     Eric was surrounded by five guys, holding a glass of Jack Daniels casually as he chatted away. When he noticed Val, he nudged his side and held his glass up.

     "Where'd you disappear? Delia was flipping shit, she went to dance with Brat." he nodded towards the dance floor, referring to Val's date for the night and 'Brad the brat'.

     Val shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, saw her on the way here. She's hard to miss, with her dress sparkling more than the disco ball."

     The boys chuckled and snickered at that, and Eric did so with that cute scrunch of the nose of his.

     "But yeah, I actually..." Val looked downwards, sniffed, then looked back up.