Wonderland

Chapter One

"You would not believe the girl I met last night," Sam started, sitting down on the couch next to Max. It felt more like he had flopped down onto the couch as he bumped into Max by accident. Somehow, in the process, he managed not to spill any of the contents of the two mugs of coffee that he had been holding onto tightly, "She really was something else."

"Really?" Max asked, trying to show some form of interest in what Sam was saying. This was him being a true friend, listening to his best friend talking about some girl even though girls did not float Max's boat or even get his gears turning at all.

"She was..." Sam started after handing one of the mugs of coffee to Max. He took a sip of his drink, pondering on the right words to say that would best describe this girl who he had gone and met at a club last night. The girl who had taken him back to her place before things got more than interesting for him very quickly, "She really was special."

"Well, I'm happy for you." Max smiled while he brought his mug of coffee up to his lips. He sipped, wincing at the heat of the drink. Somehow Sam seemed to have a knack for making drinks insanely hot. It was the kind of heat that Max could never get from his local Starbucks, even when he asked for his coffee to be extra hot. Max had no idea how Sam could do it. Sam just claimed that it was a skill he had kept from when he used to work in a coffee shop while he was studying at college.

"I don't believe in love at first sight," Sam continued on, remembering the blonde-haired girl from the club last night. She had been the kind of stunning that had caught his attention while he propped up the bar, waiting for someone to do what she had done to him, "Her tits were out here."

Max raised an eyebrow at that. Sam was proving to him just how big the girl's breasts were by holding his hands out in front of his chest. If he wasn't over exaggerating then yes, they were big, but Max wasn't a breast guy. He was more of a what swings between the legs kind of guy. He was more of a gay guy and Sam had no idea that his best friend was gay.

Max had neglected to tell Sam about his sexuality in their god knows how long friendship. Max couldn't even begin to remember a time when he didn't have to pretend when it came to his sexuality. It had just happened because Max had been scared about admitting who he was to his new best friend back when they were in college together. He never wanted to scare Sam off, even though sometimes Max did wonder how on earth the two of them had become best friends in the first place.

It had happened from the moment when the coffee machine in the art block was out of order. Max had been so desperate for his favourite cup of caffeine that he went on the hunt for another coffee machine on campus. There had been one in the main cafeteria so he went there and was finally able to get himself a coffee. His coffee which went well with the cigarette he had outside the main cafeteria. That had been when Sam walked into his life, asking to borrow a lighter. Sam had been the one who tried to make small talk before they stuck together. Max had never set out to make new friends. He believed that he had enough of them. But Sam walked into his life and from then on, on that fateful day, they became inseparable, even though they were like two peas from separate pods. Through college they stayed friends and even after they left, they remained friends through everything. Max didn't see it as a bad thing, him and Sam still being friends after so many years, it was just the fact that they were two very different people. Two different personalities that should have clashed. Max was this quiet, somewhat reclusive kind of guy while Sam was the kind of guy who revelled in and loved human contact. He was the party-goer and did more girls than he could remember. Sam was the polar opposite of Max yet they still worked. Max couldn't figure out how they had remained friends for so long. Maybe opposites attracted but in a friendship way. The good thing was that Max didn't want anyone else to be his best friend. Sam was his and all he could ever want in a friend.