Never Ending Floyd

Chapter 2

Floyd's POV

"Flo, wake up. It's Monday."

I hastily sit up, even though my body is not even able to really function yet.

I look up at Hunter and he bursts out laughing. I roll my eyes and pick up a pillow and begin hitting him with it. "Don't. Scare. Me. Like. That." I say in between hits.

My weakness just adds on to the amusement. I sigh and rest my head back on my pillow. "What time is it?" I ask quietly.

Hunter looks at his phone while he sits on my bed and leans against my wall. "1:30." he states.

"IT'S TOO GOD DAMN EARLY FOR THIS SHIT, HUNTER!" I yell. He stares blankly at me before laughing again.

"You're so lazy." he says playfully.

Well, no shit, Sherlock.

"When is Andrew and Matthew going to be here?" Hunter asks, looking up from his phone.

"Don't refer to my parents by their names. That's so weird." I laugh. "But they're going to be gone for a few more days.." I sigh.

He nods slowly, then wraps me in his arms. "Well, I'll keep you company." he smiles.

Sometimes I don't even think Hunter is gay. He flirts way too much with the opposite sex and he's way too touchy feely with girls to be gay.

"Hunter?" I lift my head up.

"Yeah?" he looks down at me.

"W-Why don't you have any boyfriends?" I ask quietly.

Hunter shifts uncomfortably and sighs. We've never really talked about this situation for some reason. "I-I'm.. I'm not really gay, Floyd.." he says quietly.

My eyes widen. I pull away from his arms and scramble to my feet. "What?!" I yell.

He also stands up, worried and guilt plastered on his face. "You never asked me if I was. You just assumed it.. I'm not gay. I have no attraction towards males. And.. And it's not fully my fault.." he says quietly.

My veins flood with anger. Is he honestly that stupid?

I walk closer to him. "You never said anything when I changed in front of you! You-You asshole! You pervert! What kind of friend are you?"

I love Hunter more than anything. But seriously, I can't contain my anger right now. He knows how I get when I'm angry. Of course I don't mean the things I'm saying, and I hope he knows that.

His eyes widen, and begin to tear up. "I-I'm sorry, Flo."

I look down. "Just leave."

"Bu-"

"Leave, Hunter! We'll talk about this in a few days. I just need alone time. You saw me naked, for christ sakes. That's something you should have never saw. And it was horrible thing of you to do. Manipulating me." I say quietly.

He nods slowly, and walks to the door, but stops as he gets there. He slowly turns around, as if in a dramatic movie. "I'm sorry, Floyd. Please forgive me soon."

And with that, he leaves.

I wouldn't mind if Hunter was gay, transgender, bisexual, or even an alpaca.

He's still Hunter. He's still my best friend. He's still a little shit.

But I love him.

The only thing that pisses me off to the max, is he took advantage of this situation.