Summertime Vibes - LGBT Short Stories.

This All New Shit // Trey & Malik

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"I'm tired of this Trey! You spend more time with that gay dude than me! Forget you, I'm going out tonight, then!"

"Okay, Andrea, damn! Go ahead out with your thot ass friends. See If I care!"

I hung up in her face. She had been getting on my nerves for the past three weeks. I honestly don't see why everybody's been down my throat about hanging out with Malik. Yeah, he's gay, and? That  fact has nothing to do with me, so I don't see why everyone is so bothered by our friendship. Him and I got cool after I stood up for him when I found out some dudes on the football team had been bullying him. As team captain, I made sure that they didn't even look his way anymore. I don't play that bullying sh-t.

I sat up and threw on the nearest shirt I could find and put on my Nike slides. Running my fingers through my tight curls, I grabbed my keys off of the dresser and headed out of the door. As I was driving, I realized that I hadn't even told Malik that I was on my way over. Once I came to a stop light, I quickly dialed his number and put the phone on speaker.

"Wassup Trey?"

"Wassup man, you busy?"

"Nah, why?"

"Because I'm on my way over like right now."

There was silence on his end. Maybe he wasn't in the mood for company right now.

"Yo man if you not in the mood I can.."

"No you're good, come on over. See you soon."

He hung up before I could respond. Well damn.

I pulled into his driveway and noticed that his Mom wasn't home. This wasn't a surprise though. From what he's told me, she was never home, ever. Malik was standing at the door before I even got out of the car. He looked anxious about something, but that wasn't the only weird thing. It was almost 90 degrees out here and this dude had on a long sleeve black shirt with shorts. I squinted my eyes at him as I approached the door. He moved to the side to let me in and locked the door behind us.

"Wassup with the long sleeve shirt bruh?" I asked, slightly chuckling.

"Haha, I just didn't have anything else clean."

There was a long, awkward pause. I wasn't buying anything he was saying. Something was definitely not right with him, he just wasn't his usual giggly self.

I followed him into the game room. As he hooked up the PS3 I tried to brush off his weird behavior. Whatever is bothering him, he obviously didn't wanna talk about it.

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Malik just got done whooping my ass in Madden, and I was low-key salty about it. I rolled my eyes as he did a victory dance all in my face. I pushed him out of my way with more force than intended. He went flying onto the other couch and I immediately felt bad about it. The look on his face made me feel even worse. He was always getting pushed around and here I was doing the same thing. He got up and mugged me, clenching and releasing his fists. I opened my mouth to utter an apology but he rushed past me, bumping my shoulder. I tried to grab him but instead gripped his sleeve, ripping it. My jaw dropped in disbelief as I regarded the cuts all over his arm. He lowered his head, turned, and ran towards his room while I stood there stuck on stupid.

I took a deep breath before knocking on his door.

"Malik, man, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you like that. You know how competitive I get."

I placed my ear to the door and heard nothing but quiet sobs. Sighing I turned the door knob, and surprisingly it was open. Looking around, I realized I had never actually been inside of his room. Posters of rock bands littered the walls. I spotted Malik laying across his bed with his arm covering his face. I hesitantly walked towards him, I had to be careful with my actions and words. Sitting down next to him, I looked at his cuts again.

"I didn't know you were hurting so bad. If I could take the pain away.. I would. Just know this one thing, I'ma always be here, regardless of what people have to say."

I got up in preparation to go home but he grabbed my hand and pulled me back down. I looked down at our hands interlocked and tried my hardest to dismiss the tingles I felt. I definitely never felt that when I held Drea's hand. Malik sat up and before I knew it, he was in my lap straddling me. I didn't know what to do, so I didn't do anything. I let him lay his pretty head on my chest, I let him cry all of his pain and frustration away. Rubbing his back, I told him that it was alright, that everything would be fine. This was all new to me... this feeling...but it felt right.

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