Boyfriend for Christmas

Five

"Gay!!" Ally sobbed into the couch cushions, "I should've seen the signs...."

Camille ran her fingers through Ally's hair supportively.

"There's no way you could have known..." She assured her.

"There is! Was! I mean..." Ally protested, "The bow ties? And his fashion sense... And no straight guy would have ever willingly watched Nicholas Sparks movies with me like that... The signs were all there. I'm so stupid!" 

"Oh Ally..." Camille said sadly, "I'm so sorry." 

"And I handled it like CHAMP by the way." Ally pointed out, "I really wanted to freak out, but I was really nice about it. I should've at least smacked him..."

Camille sighed and stood up to collect the two empty bowls from the coffee table,
"Do you want anymore Ice cream hon?" She asked Allison.

"No..." Allison hiccupped.

"Alright, I'm going to wash these bowls then." Camille told her.

Allison had never felt more sick. And it wasn't because of the copious amounts of ice cream she had just eaten. 

Ok, maybe it was partially because of the copious amounts of ice cream she had just eaten. But it was mostly just because she felt like an idiot. She really thought that Logan was the one, and all along he wasn't even into her. Or girls in general. 

She supposed this was better than finding out he was cheating on her or something. That would've been really heartbreaking... But this. This just... Really sucked.

"Hey by the way," Camille called from the kitchen, "Your mom called. She wants you to call her."

"No way." Allison grumbled, "No way am I calling my mother. What would I say? 'Oh hey mom, I know you'd like me to bring someone home for Christmas, but listen, the boyfriend that I mentioned is actually gay. I know! crazy right? So uh yeah. He won't be coming. Sorry.'?"

"Well..." Camille walked back into the room and sat down next to Allison, "You could always get Logan to go with you anyway. That way you could both explain the situation to your mom."

"Yeah right." Allison scoffed, "My mom would just think it was some sort of elaborate scheme to cover up the fact that I never had a boyfriend in the first place. Besides, he's going home for christmas so he can come out to his parents."

"Well, good for him." Camille said sincerely, "I'm proud of him."

"Cam..." Allison grumbled.

"What?" Camille asked, "Look Ally, I know it's upsetting, but I'm serious. I'm really proud of Logan for owning up to that and being honest with you."

"ughzxcmnzv..." Allison groaned, "So am I! and that makes it so much worse because I so badly want to hate himmmm..."

She buried her face in the couch cushion again.

"I'm sorry..." Camille said again, "You know, nobody would blame you if you skipped class tomorrow."

"Oh," Allison lifted her head briefly, "I'm counting on it."

"Maybe you should text your tutor-ee too..." Camille suggested, "Tell him you're not coming in."

"Oh no... I forgot about that..." Allison groaned, "I can't skip out on him... He's got like three days to get his crap together. If I'm not there he'll never finish it."

"I'm sure he'll understand..." Camille assured her.

"No." Allison said, "I'm sure he won't. Besides. I don't even have his number." 

"Well you could facebook him?" Camille suggested, "You know his name right?"

"Yeah," Allison said, "It's Rory. Rory... something. Something weird. I can't remember."

"I can probably help you find him--" Camille started, but Allison interrupted.

"No. I'll just go." She decided, "He's a punk, but I feel bad for him. Besides, I'm getting paid for this."

"Suit yourself," Camille shrugged.

Suddenly Allison's phone buzzed.  

And then again. 

And again.

"I think someone's calling you..." Camille pointed out.

Ally took a deep breath and answered her phone without even looking at the caller. As soon as she picked it up, she wished she hadn't.

"Hello?"

"Ally!! Darling!" Her mother's voice was so loud that Allison had to hold the phone away from her face, "I was starting to worry! I've called a million times, where have you been?"

"Actually..." Ally started, "Um I was on a date."

"A date?" Her mom asked hopefully, but with a bit of skepticism, "With who?"

"Logan." Ally answered simply.

"Logan the elusive boyfriend I've heard so much about?"

"Mom, he's not 'elusive', he's just..." gay. "Busy."

"hm..." Her mom sounded unconvinced, "Well, I'm sure glad he's not too busy to spend the holidays with us. In fact, that's actually why I'm calling. Your bed sheets are lovely honey, but the bright pink might be a little too feminine. Do you think Logan would prefer blue? or black?"

"Um actually mom..." Allison began and she felt the tears coming back. 'Actually he's not coming because he's into dudes.' "Logan. He's uh. He..."

Camille moved her hands in a 'keep going' gesture.

"He's what honey." Her mom asked, more like a statement than a question, "If he isn't real, you can just tell me. I know this is hard for you but--"

"Mom!!" Allison said, angry that her mother would even suggest it, "Of course he's real!!"

"Honey! Don't yell at me!" Her mom said, "You've done it before, so its only natural that I assume..."

"Mom!" Allison protested, "That was in eighth grade. And I only pretended that I was dating Nick Jonas because Carli was a jerk..."

"Even still, I won't be angry with you Ally, I put a lot of pressure on you." Her mom continued.

Ally was getting VERY frustrated. Her mom never listened! She never believed a word Ally said and it was completely ridiculous. After her disaster date, this conversation was just too much.

"Oh, he's real mom." She said through gritted teeth, "And he's THRILLED to be coming home with me."

"Well that's perfect--" Her mom started.

"And blue. Use the blue bedspread." Ally finished.

"Oh well I will--" 

"Goodnight mom."

"Goodnigh--"

Allison hung up angrily and restrained herself from throwing her phone at the wall.

Camille stared at her with wide eyes.

"Are you okay..?" She asked her roommate slowly.

"Perfect. Just... Fabulous." Ally spat. 

"Are you going to try to get Logan to come with you then or...?" Camille asked carefully.

"Logan?" Ally laughed bitterly, "Oh no. I have someone else in mind. And I know just how to get him to do it."

"Ally I know you're upset, but..." Camille started.

"Trust me." Ally interrupted, "It's a great idea. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an essay to write."