Three Muskequeers

I Love My Gay Self

"You seriously made me come back to get you after I drove you here?" Mikey grumbles.

I let out a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry, it's just I got really overwhelmed."

"What did those two do to you now?"

"They both like...confessed that they liked me out of no where," I start reliving the moment all over again.

"That's not surprising," he replies with a monotone voice.

"What do you mean it's not surprising?"

"It's just not, it's pretty obvious to me."

It is surprising! How could he have seen this coming? Is he psychic? Or is he saying that I'm blind? I'm not dense! I would've known if it was obvious...I think.

"With the five minutes you met them, you knew that?" I roll my eyes.

"Five minutes is all it took."

I stare into his dark eyes, which nicely match his light mocha skin. "Do they really like me?"

He turns his head at the stop light. "When are you ever going to take my advice? Stop making yourself out to be so undesired and stop acting so desperate."

I let out a sigh, my eyes falling deep into his. "I know you think I'm saying this for attention, and don't blame you for thinking that, but I really do believe it. I'm not good enough to attract boys like that, I mean just look at me."

"Yeah, I am looking at you. The one who made out with two boys that like him, and he stills seems to think that they aren't into him."

"That doesn't mean anything," I mutter.

"Uh, yes it does. It means everything. Most people that make out with you and then confess love to you aren't lying about it."

I start to tear up a bit. "I don't know how to explain it, but I-I just don't think it's real."

Mikey sighs and pulls over to a side street before getting to my house. "Look, I get it. I know you don't believe it, but it's happening. Two people that you think are out of your league like you, and now you're forced to chose like some Twilight movie. It's stressful, I know."

I roll my eyes. "First, stop comparing this to Twilight. Second, I don't think they're out of my league, I know! Third-!"

Mikey suddenly grabs my face, and presses his lips into mine. I feel like my breath is taken away, stolen from my body, along with the high anxiety. When the kiss ends, I feel oddly calm. It's like the end of a hurricane, and all that's left is a gentle breeze. "Are you done?" he asks.

I look at him awkwardly, and then nod. "Yeah."

He smirks, and then takes my hand. "Good, because I was getting tired of dealing with your crazy high anxiety."

"Sorry, I guess," I mutter bitterly. I was a little offended by the way he phrased that.

"So how did that feel?" he asks me.

I look at him and sigh. "It shut me up, that's for sure. If you're taking about a spark or whatever, then no. Like I said before, you don't kiss with any passion."

"That's because I don't have those sort of feelings for you."

"Who would, right?" I say half joking, half serious.

He rolls his eyes. "Luca, I think there's something you should know."

"What?"

He lets out a heavy sigh. "When I first saw you, I did...think about having sex with you. Like, really rough sex-!"