The Dumping Ground

Chapter 1

James is my best friend. I've known him for as long as I can remember and I'm certainly not looking to forget him anytime soon. He's always been the go to guy for me whenever I've ever had any problems or issues, and I like to think I've done the same for him. So naturally it came as quite a surprise to me when he personally asked me to "Fuck Off" when I came to him with one of my problems. Normally I wouldn't have batted an eyelid at this sort of behaviour from James. He's been known to jokingly say things like this to me when he knows my problem really shouldn't be one. But this was different. He wasn't asking me to leave him alone because I was being silly. He was doing it because his boyfriend had asked him to.

I would like to trace this moment back to exactly 3 months prior when I had introduced my new roommate Sam to my long standing friend James. Having just got into the same university as my friend, I was eager to make sure we stayed friends while we were there and didn't drift apart. But as soon as these two met, they hit it off immediately. At first, this wasn't a problem. We managed to make it work in the unusual format that is; a trio of friends. However when I found out that James and Sam had decided to become each other's boyfriends; Everything changed. Now, being bisexual myself, it's not as if I have a problem with two guys being partners. My main problem now was that it went from being the perfect trio of friends, to being a couple and that creepy guy who hangs out with them. Not exactly the position I envisioned finding myself in.

"What do you mean 'Fuck Off'?" I looked at James as he stood in Sam's doorway, just opposite my own, "I come to you with a serious problem and you'd rather spend time with your boyfriend?"

"Umm.. " I left before I could hear his response, if he even had to think about it then it wasn't worth my time. I slammed my door behind me and went to sit in my bed. Just as I put my head in my hands, I heard a knocking on my door.

"Come in." Expecting it to be James back to be more indecisive about our friendship, I turned away to face my window. 

"I'm sorry." I turned my head back to face the door, it wasn't James, it was Sam. Standing slouched in the doorway, he looked down at me on my bed, took a deep breath and said "you shouldn't blame James for that, I told him to make you go away, and I'm sorry for that." I got up from my slump on the bed and went to hug him. He's a lot taller than I am so the hug is awkward as he ends up resting his chin on my head. We both pulled away from the hug in unison and he began to ask me about what my problem was. I was reluctant to tell him. I tend to find myself being quite a sensitive person, others say I'm a hypochondriac, but however you look at it, my problems always sounds ridiculous to everyone else. This occasion was no exception. After I tried to tell Sam on multiple times that this was not a big deal and I could deal with it on my own, he sat me down on my bed, looked down at me with his deep brown eyes and convinced me to tell him. He always reminds me of my dad when he does this, it seems as though it would be intimidating, but Sam is the textbook definition of a gentle giant and so it's not at all. At this point, I opened up to him. I told him that I was concerned that I hadn't written enough for my essay I had due in a couple of days time. He put his hand on my shoulder and calmly said,

"You and I both know, for a fact, that that is one hundred percent; Bull Shit. Now tell me what your problem is," Sam is very good at spotting lies. And he saw straight through this thinly veiled attempt at anything from myself. But I wasn't going to tell him what was on my mind, I couldn't. He would only laugh at me and my idiocy, or tell me I was being stupid. Either way, I told him if he wasn't going to believe that then I wasn't going to tell him anything else. He left my room to go back to his own, shutting my door on his way through.

I put my head back into my hands, and let out a sigh. Why couldn't I just have told him, it would have been so much easier that way.