It's Like, Really Gay

05. Healing?

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4:59 p.m.
On a Tuesday
Paddy's Pub
Mac's POV

I couldn't stop thinking about him. I couldn't concentrate on anything. Dennis was the only one in my mind. I wanted to see him be happy and kiss him. I don't know why I kept thinking about him so much and his lips... his mmmm body. Everything. I clocked out as fast as possible and drove to the hospital.

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5:29 p.m.
On a Tuesday
Hospital
Dennis' POV

Oh God... where am I? It's so dark...
"I love you, Dennis." I heard echoing. I felt the warmth of his hand.
"I—I love you too, Mac." I mumbled half conscious. I slowly opened my eyes to the light and saw his beautiful face. Finally some good fucking face to look at. Mac's eyes were looking into mines. He smiled at me and leaned in for a kiss. As we continued to kiss, the heart monitor started to lose control. The nurses ran in only to see that we were making out. He broke the kiss.
"Will you go out with me?" he asked holding my hand. We both smiled. I was so happy and he was too. We started to kiss again as the nurses cooed. This was our moment.

Hours passed by and Mac was still with me. I sat there staring at the hospital food, and then looked over to find Mac snoring. I couldn't help but giggle. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. When I came back I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear "Hey."
My sexy man turned around. "Hi."
"We should so something naughty." I started to rub him.
"Like what?"
"You know..."
"I can't," Mac sighed. "I haven't popped my cherry yet."
"Guys don't have cherries Mac." We stared at each other for a moment as he waiting for the answer he wanted.
"You know— whatever, fine." I said rolling my eyes.
"I'm just not ready yet. I don't even know if I should be doing this Dennis. Maybe this whole thing is a sign from God." Mac told me.
I glared at him. I almost fucking kill myself and I can't even get laid? Do I need to give more of an implication? Mac took notice to my disapproving stare.
"Like I, uh, love you but a boyfriend would understand that I'm not ready." He whispered. He kissed my neck softly.
"Well, fine... good." I said half-heartily.
"Good."

Did he just say good? Like I'm the goddamn girl in the relationship?! I shrugged it of and laid back in the hospital bed.
"Food, please." I demanded. Mac squinted his eyes.
"FINE!" He grabbed my food and placed it on my lap.
"Thank you." He tried to ignore me and go to sleep. Mistake. I threw the apple at his face.
"OUCH! FUCK, DENNIS!"
"Oh, did it hurt?" I giggled.
"Fuck you too Dennis." I frowned. There was a moment of complete silence.
"You know..." Mac said quietly as he looked to the ground. "I only went out with you because you acted like a bitch and tried to kill yourself."
My heart started to beat faster and faster. Building hatred. Building rage. My eyes watered.
"GET OUT!" I screamed. Mac stood up and went to the door, but before he went through the entrance, I told him with my voice cracking, "Y—Your kisses are fucking repulsive anyway." He gasped and ran out of the room. I started to break down and cry. No longer did I have my best friend. No longer was I dating the man I crushed on for years. Just me and my empty heart.