The story of me and you

Chapter 1

Tom's P.O.V

Life is great. No life is wonderfull. After two years we finally got fully settled into the apartments.

After the first few months of living there, we talked to the landlord about tearing down the wall between mine and Edd's apartments. It took a while but its finally done.

"Tom, move the couch a little to the left will you?" Edd asked from behind the kitchen counter.

I groaned, "Why can't you do it Edd, you're closer."

"Just do it, dude."

I crossed my arms stubbornly, "No way man. I couldn't move it before, what makes you think i can move it now? Do you want to see me struggle?"

Edd walked around the counter and patted my head, "Sorry dude i forgot that you're smaller than Matt and I. But i also know you're strong enough to move the couch, but if you want to be stubborn go ahead and be stubborn."

I rolled my eyes and walked to the kitchen. They've always made fun of me for being the shortest and it's starting to piss me off.

I grabbed a some vegetables from the fridge and started to chop them. Matt sat at the island watching me, "whatcha gonna make for dinner, Tom?"

"Soup."

Edd came and leand on the wall next to me, "Aww is Tommy gonna make us dinner, yet again?"

Sonthing in me snapped. I slapped the knife on the table, "I cook because you two idiots dont know how to! I clean because you two are two are too lazy to do it! You two need to stop making me look like a fucking maid!" Edd placed a hand on my shoulder and i pushed it off, "I need to get ready for work." With that i went to my room and slammed the door shut.

I work part time as a bartender, so i put on the classic black pants, white button up shirt, a black vest and black shoes. Women wore something similar to the guys. They wore the shirt and vest, but they are required to wear black shorts, fishnet stockings and black heals. We work in a casino/ strip club. I guess it's understandable.

I rolled up my sleaves up and walked out of my room. Matt ran up to me, "Tom, we didnt mean to make you mad! We're sorry!"

I smiled a bit, "It's fine, Matt really."

Edd looked from behind the couch, "If it's fine then you would sit down. Your shift isnt untill another hour."

I walked to the door, "Early is on time. On time is late. Late is absent." I shut the door behind me.

I knew Edd was gonna be up my ass for leaving like that, but it is what it is right?

I strolled into the casino and went into the back room behind the bar. My boss, Andrew, greated me, "Hey Tom, you're a bit earlier than usual."

"Eh, i had nothing to do so might as well come here and start setting up right?" I said picking up a rag.

Andrew smiled, "That is true, Tom. That's why i like you, great bartender and a great guy."

I laughed, "Sorry sir, but many would disagree with you."

"Well i have nothing agaisnt you so that has to mean something, right?" He said patting my back.

"Yeah sir i guess you're right."

He nodded, "Alright, then I'll leave you to set up."

I nodded as he walked back to his office. Pulling out racks of glasses, i started to polish them. When i was done i leand against the bar and watched the strippers oil the poles and start practicing.

A hot breath hit my ear, "Stop being a creep. Go up and ask one out."

I jumped and pushed the person away, "Fuck off Casey. I have no intentions of dating a stripper."

She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and turned me back to face the strippers, "Oh come on Tom! You're single and they are hot."

"Casey, i told you once but I'll tell you again. I am happy being single."

She pulled my arm, "But your 23! You need a woman!"

I pulled my arm back, "I don't want a woman! I want to stay single!"

"Why?!"

"Because!"

She gripped my shoulders and shook me, "Because why, Tom?!"

I knocked off her hands and pulled her close, whispering harshly in her ear, "Because im gay, Casey!"

She stepped back and looked at me, "REALLY?!

"Yes now shut up! You're the only one who knows and i want to keep it that way!"

She held up her hands, "okay, okay. Wow that took me by surprise." A smirked formed on her face and she pulled me close, "So does Tommy boy have eyes on a certain man?"

I blushed, "no."

She leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Liar."