Unlikely Lovers

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They've been at it since they suggested getting ready. Now I'm trying to get me and Andrew's mother away from the shower until they're done. I could be a dick and knock on their door, but I wouldn't want to embarrass myself. I took my time in the shower, but I still could hear them. They're disgusting, they've always have to have sex anywhere they go. One time, Andrew, Justin, and I went to the Omaha Zoo. They left me and went to the bathroom, and of course, I heard them having sex in the last stall. Let me tell you the most awkward time. I had to share a hotel room with them. They were going at it, and I didn't know what to do. I coughed a few times, they didn't hear me. My headphones were right beside them, so I couldn't drown out their moaning.

I walk to my room and slam it shut. Hopefully the rabbits can hear that and stop. Knowing them, they'll ignore it like my coughing. Right now, all I can do is drown them out. I reach for my speaker and turn it on. I hit a random song. To be exact, it's Layla by Derek and the Dominos. Usually my mom knows when Andrew and Justin are doing their thing, when I blast music.

No matter what, I'm always so angry at Andrew and Justin. Andrew's my brother, and I should be happy when he's happy. That's a common fact, but I can't help to feel, angry. I don't even know if 'angry' could describe my feelings against him. There's a word for it, and it's not jealously. I hope it isn't jealously. Another guess would be that I despise him. He's got everything in the world, a woman would need. A good job, a degree, fiancé, and more. I have what I need. I have a job back home, an apartment, and just me. I don't have a girlfriend. No girl has met my personality just right. They always seem to be disinterested about my talents and passions. All I did was go to college and went with the flow. My father didn't want me to be a lawyer like Andrew. He wanted me to just be me.

My mom would always say, the best thing in life is love. As a child, I aimed for the right girl to love, and that girl would love me back. After so many flops, I gave up on that mission for love. Now I'm 30, going on 31, I haven't been in a relationship since I was 25. I can admit, I'm jealous of Andrew not giving a shit about love. He's so calm about it, he never shoves any of it in people's face. He seems to take love in like a pro. Everyone tends to see his love correctly. Andrew never says, "I love you." When he does, he's crying. I'm jealous of that and I'm proud of it. I've told him many times. All he does is say, "Past experiences made me like that. I love things and people, but I'm sometimes afraid to say that. Luh yuh, Jason."

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My phone rung and it startled me. It was nearly 3 A.M. Who could be calling me at this hour? Without contact lenses or glasses, I'm blind. I couldn't see the profile, by the blurriness of the photo. It's possibly my brother. I answered it anyway.

"Hello? It's 3 A.M. here." I start, ready to attack.

I hear a sniff, and my eyes widen slightly. "Jason.." Andrew drifts off. More sniffles were heard. "My boyfriend-you know the 16 year old. He just told me he loves me, and I panicked. I-I left! I really messed it up this time, didn't I?"

I bite my lip, knowing that many of Andrew's relationships failed because of 3 words. "I know this whole thing is wrong for you guys, but tell him that.. I don't know. I'm terrible at relationships. You're asking a horrible dating straight man, you're gay Andrew. You came to the wrong person at 3 A.M. Sorry bro."