Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
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So there was a third boyfriend... Right. Because that totally made sense. No, really. Completely logical. Absolutely.
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"Dylan, right?" Kenny asked.
I blinked.
The third boyfriend nodded.
"I just came to get something," Floyd said, walking over to the closet to get whatever he came to get. I didn't know. I didn't care. I didn't look. I just couldn't stop staring at the third boyfriend. I didn't know what I was expecting when I saw him and Floyd together in the doorway, but it wasn't this. I couldn't even grasp the concept. A third boyfriend...
Before I knew it, they'd already left and Kenny was nudging my arm, calling my name. I looked up at him, shaking my head to clear it somewhat—to no avail—and I ended up blurting, "Dude... college is wild."
"I know," he replied.
"Next thing I know, you're gonna tell me you've got a boyfriend, too!" I uttered. "Anything's possible!"
"What would you say if I did?"
"W-what— Uh, well, I, um... G-good for you, I guess?"
He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair, before crossing his arms and shifting from foot to foot with the question, "What about you?"
"What? What about m-me?"
"You know... What do you think of guys?"
My mouth opened and closed about a hundred times, if not more. Because coming up with words was rather difficult when there were none to describe what I was thinking! Seriously, as if I fucking knew what I thought of guys! I didn't know what to think at all! It'd never even crossed my mind, to be honest.
I had no clue.
"I don't... I don't know?"
For a long while, Kenny just stared at me. "You don't know?"
"What?"
He didn't respond and sat down beside me on the floor in front of his bed, folding his legs against his chest, while I stared ahead and thought of... guys. Admittedly, while I'd never really considered anyone of the same sex as a romantic or sexual partner, I'd never had a problem with admitting to myself that some guys were just... really good-looking. But wasn't that aesthetic attraction?
"Okay," he said.
"What okay?"
"Just... whatever, you know. I was just curious."
I was still too shocked to think of something to say, but then he got up to grab a deck of cards from his night stand and said, "Wanna play? We haven't done it in a while."
"You always win anyway."
"Well, you'll never get better if you don't practice."
I squinted at him, already feeling my inevitable defeat, but considering this was the first thing that made sense since Floyd had come in with Hugo and the third boyfriend, I held out my hands and said, "Alright, gimme."
