He's Not Bad, He's Broken

Chapter 29 - I Kissed A Dude

Kale is throwing a party.

Fun, right? Nope.

It might sound like a terrible idea, because it is. But, hey, who cares about what I have to say?

No one.

Kale's parents are going out of town for a business trip and had the brilliant idea to take the twins with them, something about family bonding. I was not invited on this trip, neither was Kale. I'm not upset about it, I love them to death, but sometimes I wonder who the hell they think they are talking to me like they do.

But that is besides the point.

Kale is throwing a party. And I just don't have a good feeling about it, maybe because of my last party experience, maybe because I hate people, but one this is for certain, this is not going to be fun.

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"Oh, Bradley, you're so gorgeous." Kale says, placing a hand on my cheek softly, looking into my eyes.

"Fuck off. I'm not helping you with this party." I shove his hand away from me, and push past him to the fridge to grab some milk for my cereal. "If you have forgotten, which I'm sure you have with that small brain of yours, I don't like parties." I roll my eyes, pushing past him again to grab a bowl, to which he grabs my arm and sits me down at the kitchen bar, taking the milk from my hand.

"Come on, Brad." He grabs the bowl out of the cabinet, placing it on the counter. "I'll be there with you the whole time, everything will work out fine." He shares a glance at me as he grabs two boxes of cereal. Frosted Flakes and Honey Bunches of Oats. "Which one?" He gestures to the boxes.

"Both," I shrug. "And you said that last time, that ended up with a dude with a broken face and you with a bruised hand." I raise an eyebrow. "Please, don't."

He looks over looking guilty before looking back to the cereal, pouring both, and then the milk. "You see," He smiles sheepishly, sliding the bowl towards me. "I already told everyone about it." He says, as he opens the drawer, handing me a spoon. "I didn't think you'd care."

I took a bite, and glared at him, "That's a lie. You knew that I would not agree, which is why you told me last second. Tell me I'm wrong."

"I'm sorry." He frowns.

"Don't. I will not attend your party, I'm staying in my room." I tell him, as I take another bite. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have breakfast to enjoy." I wave my hand, shooing him like a fly. He sighs, and without looking back, leaves the kitchen.

I let out a breath I was holding in and took another bite of my cereal, groaning. I hate parties. My thought gets cut off by a ding from my phone.

Unlocking my phone I see a message from Kale, which was a gif of Patrick Star crying, with the words 'I'm sorry'. I scoff and with a small smile I send back a gif of Robert Downey Jr., rolling his eyes and place my phone back down so I can continue eating. I'm surprised it isn't soggy at this point.

Five minutes and an empty bowl of cereal later, I stand up and place the bowl into the dishwasher and stretch, before hearing a knock at the door. I groan, sobbing internally before walking to the front door, revealing a worried looking Damon. I frown immediately.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" I place my hands on his shoulders looking into his eyes.

"I kissed a dude."

My eyes widen, surely the size of saucers. "You what?" I exclaim. "A boy? Like with a, with a dick?" I whisper-yelled.

He looked nervous and scared, and with a deep breath, he nodded, "Yeah." He said softly. And it broke my heart, I've never seen him this way. I grabbed his hand and brought him through the house and to my room, shutting and locking the door behind us and pulling him to sit on the bed next to me.