A Bisexual Story (BoyxBoyxGirl)

Chapter Twenty-four

Nikita

I had been staring at Shane’s lava lamp for the past fifteen minutes straight. Not because I was up to no good but because Shane was taking forever downstairs. It had something to do with Jenna because they both got into a fight. I have never heard a couple argue as much as these two. Who argues over changing a light bulb or flipping a mattress? Several jokes do come to mind.

Shane was storming through the house. Since everything was so quiet in the house you could hear just about everything going on. No I was not eavesdropping on my two best friends, that’s just low. It was a good thing Mandy wasn’t around to hear this or else…

Instead I was just thinking. It’s been well over a week of Blake’s stay here. I can’t say things have been sunshine all the time. Blake had recently found out that his phone had been turned off but that was the least of our worries.

Sean would come over and Blake would leave the room. More like, he’d go out for a long walk. Just where he went would be anyone’s good guess. Sean would bow his head in defeat and he’d too leave.

Otherwise Blake and I got along great. He helped my mom and I clean up the house. We never objected because we knew better. He’d stay to listen my mom and I sing together while we played the piano. Generally I never sang for anyone. I’m not sure even Sean had heard me just yet. We had just sang The Rose originally sang by Bette Midler after dinner. A song both my mother and my Aunt Mag taught me. Also the first song I sang. So there were plenty of sentimental memories.

I started to go through the song again inside my head to help pass the time. If these words were never explained to me, this song wouldn’t have been such a nice one to sing. It brings me hope though and no matter how bad my love life will ever get, I’d just have to remember that.

I’m a firm believer in love. It doesn’t always make sense but it has a way of making up for its flaws.

Something like a door slammed shut downstairs.

Where the heck did that girl get herself into now?

The stomping came up the stairs and I shifted uncomfortably. The door opened slightly harsher than intended and Shane flopped herself on the bed before me.

“What’s up?” Can we please talk about something besides what just went down?

“Em,” it felt like there was a hairball in my throat after sitting quietly for so long. I coughed to speak again. “Things are still going ok with Blake for the most part but…”

“But what?”

“He’s been out on these long walks lately.”

It took a few extra seconds before her eyes widened, “You don’t know where he goes?”

It was like she hammered it into place. Even though I didn’t want to sound like that. Have you ever had confront the uncomfortable truth? The truth that even seems to know about or is just really good at guessing it? I didn’t want to betray anyone.