Musically in Love

Chapter 3

McKinley's POV

Ben was sitting on the couch in just his boxers when I emerged from my bedroom the next morning. He looked up at me, one eyebrow raised.

"How was Mr. Sexy?" he asked. "You know, a little warning would have been nice."

I scoffed, plopping myself down on the couch next to him. "Oh my God, Ben, it was awful." I shook my head, not even wanting to remember it, but needing someone to hear about it anyway. "First off, he kisses like a freaking cow. I am not attracted to cows or people who slobber all over my face. It's gross."

"Are you really going to tell me all of this?"

"Yes, because that's not even the half of it." I sighed. "Okay, so secondly, his dick was tiny. I mean, like tiny tiny. It did absolutely nothing for me. I had to freaking fake my orgasm just so we could be done! I mean, who does that?!"

"You... what? How... actually don't tell me. I don't want to know."

I didn't want to remember it either. I seriously hope that I never have to do that ever again.

"You know what the worst part is?" I didn't give him a second to even try to come up with an answer. "He has absolutely no interest in music. He made his little brother take a lesson he didn't want just to talk to me! He even told me he has no interest in ever learning. I couldn't even bring myself to ask why he came into the store in the first place!"

"You are unbelievable," Ben muttered under his breath.

I didn't bother replying as he turned on the TV and I got lost in whatever show was playing. I had no clue what it was, but it captured my attention anyway. Anything to get my mind off what happened last night.

"You know, at least you're getting some," Ben said after a few minutes. "I haven't gotten any in almost six months."

I quickly sat up, suddenly getting an idea. "You need someone and I need someone - who I can really be with. You know, like actually dating. You need a girlfriend. I need a boyfriend."

He didn't take his eyes off the screen. "Thanks for stating the obvious, Mick."

Ben was my friend. He's been my friends for years, since I met him freshman year of college. We were in marching band together. I played the tenor sax, he played the mellophone. When our sections had to share a bus for an away performance, Ben and I somehow ended up sitting next to each other and we've been friends ever since.

"Ben listen to me." I reached across him and grabbed the remote to shut off the TV again. This time he looked at me. "Obviously doing this on our own isn't going to work. So what do you say to helping each other out?"

"I'm not into guys, McKinley. We've gone over this before."

"Shush. That's not what I'm saying." Honestly, I barely knew what I was saying, but the idea was getting together in my head, bit by bit. "So, we tell each other what exactly we're looking for in a potential partner. We'll set each other up."

He looked at me like I had three heads. "You do realize we pretty much know all the same people, right?"

"Not all the same people. Come on, it'll be fun. Who knows, maybe one of your coworkers has a gay cousin or something who's cute, musically talented, single, and lives around here."

He gave me his signature one eyebrow up look. "Are those your criteria?"

I thought about it for a moment, trying to remember what I said. "I think so. I mean, he's gotta be nice and have a good sense of humor too. And be able to put up with my shit all the time."

Ben scoffed. "I think you just eliminated every possible candidate from the list with that last one."

"Hey!" I shoved him, but he didn't go very far since I was a weakling and Ben tended to work out multiple times a week.

He laughed. "Kidding. Mostly. But seriously though. That's the type of guy you want? I'm not saying I can find him, but maybe I can ask around."

I hugged him, much to his dismay. I even went as far as kissing his cheek, which he was seriously against but I needed to do anyway.

"Alright your turn," I said before he could start complaining that I was being 'too gay'. "Ideal girlfriend. Go."

"Blonde," he said with no hesitation whatsoever. "And a really nice rack."

I feigned confusion, because I was an asshole like that. "A nice rack? Interesting. Any specific type of rack, like maybe a ski rack or a CD rack or-"

"McKinley you idiot."

I laughed. "I'm kidding. God. Can't even take a joke. Go on, please. Tell me all the physical details this girl needs to have, who cares about personality, right?"

"Personality matters too... like, I want her to be smart, able to cook, into gaming..."

"Doesn't mind your awful hygiene."

"Yeah. Wait a second-"

"Ha! Nope! You already agreed!"

Ben shook his head. "You're impossible. I can't believe I agreed to letting you, of all people, find me a girlfriend. If we're actually doing this, you gotta be serious about it. I don't want you to find some girl who I'll never be able to get along with just for a joke."

"You really think I would do that? I'm hurt, Ben, that you would think so little of me. I have better standards than that."

He just rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever. I'm serious though. This can't be a joke to you. I'll take it seriously too, not that I can promise anything."

I nodded, sticking out my hand. "Shake on it? We both - in all seriousness - will find the best possible match for the other to date. What do you say?"

Ben looked at my hand for a moment before grasping it with his. "Deal."