Temporary Bliss [boyxboy]

13: Bad News

Slight smut warning. Also slight cringe warning cause I feel terribly awkward writing smut. I can never look at this chapter again. God bless, I love you, Jesus.

It was three or four weeks later that Caleb and I pulled up to a huge house party. It was one of the rare weekends that I didn't have to work, so I was wanting to make the most of it - Caleb's idea of making the most of it was getting shitfaced. I didn't necessarily agree, but I was terrible at saying no to him. Besides, I didn't really trust him to take care of himself.

There were tons of people, who all seemed to know Caleb for some reason, but I only recognized a single person - Jason.
Jason and I had been in the same P.E. class in Junior year. As the only two extremely unathletic people there, we had bonded over hating P.E.

It wasn't long until Caleb was off to somewhere, leaving me with Jason. He was telling me a story, but I noticed myself listening to him less and less as my mind started to wander.

Everything around the house had been awkward ever since Caleb had kissed me. I couldn't get it out of my head, and as far as I could tell, neither could he. This made for some really weird tension whenever we were in the same room. We barely talked anymore, which on one hand made me sad, but I was also glad that I could get a break from Caleb.

Not because I didn't want to be around him, but because for example my face had fallen into this annoying habit of always flaring up fire-red whenever we looked at each other, and my eyes seemed to always drift to his upper body whenever he walked around the house shirtless - which was, as I had started noticing, quite often.

We were both trying to act as normal as possible, but it all just didn't feel right.
I had also come to terms with the fact that I was maybe bisexual or something. I'd done a few... Uh, tests and realized that I really did seem to be attracted to men.

At first it really freaked me out, especially cause I'd never even consciously thought about my sexual orientation until then, but just like Jackson had said: Labels didn't change who I was, so I decided that being bi was cool with me. There was nothing wrong with that.

I noticed that Jason had stopped talking and it snapped me out of my thoughts, looking up at him. He was giving me an expectant look.

"Wow," I said vaguely, hoping that he hadn't asked me a question.

"Yeah," my friend said, "Anyway, do you want to get a drink?"

I shook my head, "Nah, I don't drink. Besides, I'm designated driver."

"Alrighty," Jason agreed, "I'm gonna go get something. You wanna wait here, or...?"

I shrugged, following him into the huge kitchen area where tons of bottles filled with all sorts of alcohol and sodas were standing around.

"You want anything specific?," I asked Jason who was looking around indecisively.
He shrugged.

"I'm a bartender now, I can mix you anything," I grinned and Jason looked at me, impressed.

"Really? Well what's some girly drinks you can recommend? I don't think I've ever tried any," he asked and I thought about it for a second.

"Margarita, Caipirinha, Piña Colada...?," I started. Jason looked like he was thinking hard.

"Caipirinha sounds nice. Like... Piranha," he finally said and we both laughed.

"Aye-aye, sir!" I said jokingly, beginning to look for everything I needed.

Ginger Ale, sugar, lime, ice...
I mixed his drink, poking my tongue out between my lips in concentration.

When I was done, I handed it to him, "Sorry, I couldn't find straws for some reason, so it's not that girly."