The Friend Deal

Prologue

  "Who looks dumb enough?" I mumbled,"who looks dumb enough to marry m-" I looked up,"Oh hey I didn't see you there. Yes I'm talking to you.Yes I'm self aware...but for this chapter only. Anyways you might wonder what the hell am I talking about. Well it all started back when I was 19 and I made A deal with my best friend.

Francis walked in our dorm looking depressed just like the time he went on a date the last time. And like the time before that.And the time before that. As you can see my friend gets dumped a lot.

"I just don't understand,John," he bellyflopped onto his bed and sighed.

"Understand what?" I clearly understood what happens but I just want to confirm it.

"I don't understand why I keep on getting dumped by these people," I understand why. This man treats women like objects, only dates them if they're rich, shows up late to the date, is on his phone while the date is going on, and judges everything about the person he's going on a date with.

I have no idea why I'm still friends with him. But I am...and at least he doesn't treat me like shit.

"I don't understand either dude," I lied while patting his back, "you're a catch and anyone is stupid if they don't want to date you," I got that one off of a tv show I watched.

"Thanks," Kinloch saod while sitting up. I sat next to him on his bed and he looked into my eyes,"hey...your really pretty."

"Thanks but," I thought of an excuse for a minute then I came up with one, "I don't swing that way," I just really didn't want to date him and if lying about my sexuality would allow him not to be interested then so be it.

He laughed for a minute or two.

"What?" I asked him, but I already knew the answer.

"Number one your gay as hell," I knew I should've thought of a better excuse, "Number two I wasn't trying to flirt with you. Can't a bro say something nice to their bro?"

"I guess..."

"Cool, out of curiosity...are you single?"

"Are you sure you're not trying to ask me out or something? Because this is-"

"No, I'm not trying to ask you out. Please answer the question."

"I am single...I promised myself I wouldn't get in a relationship...I mean it'd be nice to have one but..." I looked down at the ground trying to force myself not to cry.

"But what?" Francis asked as he took my hand.

I looked up at him and answered,"but it's not important," I got up and walked to my bed and sat on it, "the point is we're both hopeless at love."

"Which is exactly why we should date."

"I'm not intereste-"

"No, not now I mean like...let's say when we're like 27 we'll have to marry each other if you didn't marry anyone yet."

I thought about the pros and cons, finally I came up with a solution,"Deal," he put hus hand out for a handshake and I walked across the room to shake his hand.