Foreign Love

XI - Party & Bullshit

Chapter eleven: Party & Bullshit

I met Andrew outside the locker room;  he walked to me with a big, wide-open smile and pulled me into a rib-breaking embrace that left me breathless.

"Oh, God, I'm sorry," he said, pulling away, his happy facial expression turning into a concerned one as he noticed my difficulty in breathing.

"Don..." I took a deep breath trying to stabilize my breathing. "Don't worry. It was a good one." I chuckled and he smiled again.

"You were great today, Andrew. Be prepared to be invited to all the hot parties in the school." He shook his head, completely dismissing the idea.

"Why would I want to hang out with them when I already have friends? Especially because I know that if it hadn't been for you, I wouldn't have won. This prize," he said, showing me the gold medal that hung around his neck "is as yours as it is mine."

"Come on, I just gave you a little push. You owe this to no one but yourself." He hugged me again, tightly, but not bone-breakingly.

"Don't be so humble, Tom." He pulled away, but still didn't let go of my forearms. "I can't wait to see you tonight." I looked around. "The party... you promised, remember?" I sighed.

"Fine, I'll go. For you, okay? So you better not leave me hanging." He smiled.

"I won't. Promise."

"What time will it be?"

"7:30PM, oddly. Parties in Europe usually start after 9." I laughed. "Why are you laughing?"

"I hope it'll come the day when I'm be able to say that." He laughed too.

"Silly. I like you, Tom. You make me laugh." I smiled at his words. How could he be so loving?

"I like you too, Andrew. A lot." This was the perfect moment, I leaned forward, our lips almost touching.

But then I heard a known voice coming from the corridors.

"IF THESE ARE NOT MY TWO FAVORITE BOYS RIGHT HERE!" Shouted Mylène. Mabel wrapped her left arm around my shoulder and Elena pulled Andrew away from me and into a hug.

I'll kill these three bitches.

They proceeded with loud conversations, that became even louder when some other people emerged from the nearby corridors, greeting Andrew, wanting to see his medal and asking about the party. I meant to say goodbye, I truly did, but he got so caught up with all the attention he was getting, that I didn't want to interrupt him, so I just left.

I walked back home, where I received a text from him, with the address where the party was going to take place. I sighed.

The things you do for those you love...

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"8", I said to myself. "Let's get going."

I got out of bed and dragged myself down the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I heard Mylène's voice talking to Mom. Unexpected. I followed their voices, which led me to the door.

"Hey!" I greeted them. Mylène looked at me in shock, an expression shared with my mother, who also portrayed disappointment.

"You're so not wearing this tonight!" Mylène chuckled and looked at Mom, who nodded.

"He's the least fashionable gay I've known," Mom said.

"I know, right?" They kept talking about my poor sense of fashion.