Doing All Right

Not So Annoying

Brian
"Okay, so you'll pick up a maths history book after school?" "Yes mum." Roger was doing a tad better by the end of lunch, and he was speaking more. I think it was just we didn't know each other too well, but now the tension's loosed. Brrrriiiiinnnnng! He turned to head to his next class, and I picked up my load of textbooks. "Whoa, where are you going?" The boy sounded amazed. "I happen to need two books for Astrology. I'm studying to be an astrophysicist, thank you very much," I replied sarcastically. "Where are you going with no book, anyway?" Roger indeed had no textbook, maybe he had no classes for the rest of the day. "Oh, I keep my book in the classroom for my next class. I'm headin' off to to Biology 1, I'm going to be a dentist." A dentist? I smothered a giggle. "Really, a dentist? Sounds fun, but I have to go to my class. Here's my number, call if you have questions." And with that, I spun and ran to my next class.
For some unholy reason, Astrology 2 is on the other end of the campus from maths. As I ran, I couldn't help but smile a bit. I'm sort of looking forward to this project.

Roger
I assumed that Astrology 2 was on the other side of the college, since Brian ran off like that. Either way, I have his number now. Score one for Taylor! Now, if I manage to not lose it, I'll be in good shape. I turned to go to Biology 1, which was luckily right next to the math wing.
Why is Brian in Astrology 2 but in Maths 1? He's two years older than me, and I'm in my freshman year. Maybe he didn't do so well the first time, that's why he has such good grades in Mr. Winchester's class.
The last 2 classes of the afternoon took forever to pass by, and finally it was time to go home. I walked down the familiar path to my flat around a mile away. I really need to buy a car or even a bicycle, but stocking pharmacy shelves at night doesn't pay much. £4.50 an hour is okay, and enough to pay for a small flat. Otherwise, it's not much else.
I got to my flat and collected the mail. Bills, bills, account records, a letter from mum... I locked the door and tossed the mail on the table. I have to work on that project for Brian, make a good impression. I wonder if he's gay..? No, I don't have a chance with him, he's straighter than those carrots he loves so much. Either way, homework needs to be done.

After I sat down with a beer and my things, I was about to start working when the phone rang. For lack of Christ, who is it? "Hello?" "Is this Roger Taylor?" Brian. "Why yes it is! What's up, Bri?" I fiddled with the telephone wire as I spoke. "Oh, I wanted to see if you could come over, to study and do homework together. If we do the project together, it'll be...... more productive. I assume you haven't started your homework yet?" Just because I mouth off to Winchester, doesn't mean I'm lazy. "Well, I was just sitting down to when you rang me! But it's okay, I'll come over. Where's your house?" I grabbed a pen and paper to write down his address. "Mhm... yeah... alright I'll be over soon! Bye!" As soon as the phone was back on the hook, I scrambled to collect everything into my backpack. Brian's flat is as far as school, and I don't think he knows about my transportation situation. I mean, it's a 45 minute walk each way, that's an hour and half. Guess that explains why I don't need new jeans. God, he sounds so cute on the phone.

Brian
I had just set the phone on the hook when I glanced about my flat. I'm a tidy person in general, but I felt like I needed to make a good impression on the kid. After all, we've only just started taking today. So, I dusted about my living room and swept the floors. I glanced at the clock. Six o clock? Didn't I ask him to come over 30 minutes ago? It's only a 15 minute drive. Maybe traffic's bad. I can't wait to see him, it'll be fun. Fun? Doing homework together? Oh, don't be ridiculous. Nothing's fun about homework. I don't quite know how to explain what I'm feeling, it's almost as if I crave to be around him. To just sit in each other's company. But that's preposterous, I'm not gay. I'm... I'm not actually sure. I mean, on one hand, girls are beautiful, majestic creatures. But on the other hand, boys are just like me. I can understand them easily, unlike girls. Girls are hard to understand sometimes, but I do try.

There's got to be a word for this... I went through Latin and Greek roots in my head until I remembered the one. BI! That's the word, bisexual. I'm ashamed to admit it, though. You can get into serious trouble for being anything but straight. And I can't be into men, my parents would be let down! Their astrologist-guitar-playing son, also likes men? I can't tell them, I would be disowned. Although I might tell Roger... He seems like he would understand. I'll wait until he brings it up first, no way am I initiating a conversation like that.