"brendon, what's a gbf?" dallon asks when he gets home from work one day.
brendon chokes on the water he's drinking before coughing and asking, "why?"
"well i showed my class a picture of you and one girl squealed and asked to me to be her gbf." dallon explains. he takes a seat on one of their stools at the counter in the kitchen and looks to the other.
"dal, it means gay best friend." brendon explains with a laugh.
"what?" dallon asks with wide eyes. "you mean one of my students asked me to be her gay best friend?"
brendon laughs and nods, "yep. what did you say?"
"i said sure." dallon says. he pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "i thought it meant like gym buddy forever."
brendon bursts out laughing. "gym buddy forever? oh my god, baby."
"now i just look like an idiot." dallon sighs, slumping his head down. "am i really that old? am i not hip enough?"
"no teenager says hip." brendon points out.
"can you teach me teen slang?" dallon asks brendon.
"you think i know much?" brendon replies.
"you work with a bunch of young people."
"so do you." brendon retaliates.
"forget it." dallon sighs. "i'll just ask my class to teach me some."
"good luck with that." brendon hums.
the next day dallon enters the house, greeting brendon with, "what up, fam? it's lit up in here."
"get out of my house." brendon states pointing to the door.
