The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know

Is lying ever morally right?

Is lying ever morally right?

A few days later, after my cold had dissipated, I returned to the Aubergine once again. I tried to come home earlier, but I couldn't stand not being around Brendon. I knew that Patrick would be even more mad at me than he already was if I kept coming home late, so I started coming in earlier and earlier to chat with Brendon. It was a nice way to relax after a long day of classes.

I had to admit that not lying to Patrick anymore felt nice. There were some advantages to having everything out in the open, but not being able to speak to my roommate was frustrating, to say the least. I could only hope that Patrick would forgive me.

What did it mean to forgive someone anyways? If Patrick started speaking to me again, but never stopped feeling resentful towards me, would that be forgiveness? I wished that he could just forget about everything that I had said to him, but something told me that was never going to happen.

I was still pondering the situation with Patrick when I opened the door to the Aubergine. As usual, Brendon was standing next to the piano, waiting for me. "Hey Ryan," he said. "It's nice to see you again. How's it going?"

"My roommate's still mad at me," I said.

"That's too bad," Brendon said. "I'd invite you to crash in my apartment, but there isn't much space. Besides, it's not exactly close to the Kale campus."

"Flack Hall isn't close either," I said. "I think the Greek Friendship Society house might be closer to the rest of campus than my residence hall, and they're technically off campus."

"That must be horrible," Brendon said. "I know pretty much everyone in Greek Friendship Society, and although I love all of them, I wouldn't want to live next to them."

"They're just too noisy, but at least I don't have Patrick waking me up at five o'clock anymore."

"Who wakes up at five o'clock?" Brendon asked.

"I have no idea," I replied.

"Is your roommate even human?" Brendon asked.

I shrugged and then said, "It depends on your definition of 'human.'" I looked around the Aubergine as people began to file into the bar. I spotted the rest of the Guyliner Club and gave them a quick wave.

"I kind of want to meet this guy," Brendon said. "Does he ever come to the Aubergine?"

"Patrick isn't the type for a place like this," I said.

"He's missing out," Brendon said as he took another sip of his drink.

"He absolutely is," I said. "I don't think I could ever convince Patrick to come to the Aubergine though. He won't forgive me for coming here, so what would it take to get him to come here himself?"

"It would probably take a miracle, or maybe just a cute boy," Brendon said. "That's the whole reason I come here instead of the Poisoned Youth. The guys are so much cuter here."

I blushed and said, "You're right about that. I don't think Patrick is gay though."

"You never know," Brendon said.

All of a sudden, something crazy happened. A ridiculously tall young man entered the Aubergine. He was holding hands with a girl, and both of them were wearing Yale hoodies. The two of them seemed like the sort of people who would prefer the Poisoned Youth over the Aubergine, so nobody had any idea what they were doing here.

"What is going on?" I heard Pete ask as he walked up to Brendon and I. "I thought this was a gay bar."

"Me too," I said.