𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕆𝕟𝕖 | ᴅɪꜱɪʟʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴇᴅ

Liam was walking back home on city streets. It was about eight o'clock.

The street was empty and silent... All he could hear was the buzz of one of the street lights above his head. He considered calling an Uber, but he was in a daze. A depressed, sad, numbingly terrible daze.

He got stood up on a date.

This wasn't the first time he got stood up, either.

Liam was so tired of this. He was tired of dating, and that stupid app he was constantly on trying to find someone special. He hated everyone right now. What was wrong with guys?! He gave every guy he went out with so much attention, made sure they knew how into them he was, and he was getting nothing back.

The past few years had sucked for Liam. He was doing great in college and all, but everything else had basically gone to shit with his personal life.

He had come out in high school and everything went so damn well for Liam back then -- his parents were fine with his sexuality, he ended up dating one of the really hot guys on the cheerleading team... The only guy on the cheerleading team. Anyway, it was great.

When Liam graduated, he and his ex, Ben, stayed together for another few months before Ben called it off. Said he was moving on, that they both were growing apart and that no one stays with their first... A bunch of really lame excuses that broke Liam's heart.

That was three years ago. He had tried multiple times to be in another relationship after finally getting over Ben, but he was stuck in a spiral of bad luck. Liam honestly didn't know what else to do. He'd done everything -- apps, bars, the library on campus...

Fuck, he even hit on his neighbor once... His neighbor wasn't even gay. Liam knew that, and he tried anyway, because apparently he was a desperate little bitch nowadays...

His neighbor didn't talk to him anymore.

Whenever Liam caught him gardening outside and said hi, the dude just looked back at him like he was some sort of ghost. So now he had to deal with that awkward situation, every time it was his turn to get the mail...

What was he even doing anymore?!

Liam thought about it a lot, his bad luck... He wasn't a bad-looking guy, he worked hard to make sure that his looks never went against him.

He was starting to think he wasn't 'the right type' for guys who were his type. That was his only explanation -- some sort of weird cross-fire attraction mess. Liam was short... Fit, but short, and knew he looked kind of young for twenty. Anyone Liam was attracted to seem to want someone that was...not him.

About forty-five minutes of sulking in the crisp night air, reminiscing about his sad excuse of a love life while shuffling his feet and staring at the sidewalk, too damn dramatic to call an Uber...he was home.

He opened the door to his house and greeted his roommates -- Morgan, Ethan, and Julian.

They were cool. He'd been rooming with them for the entirety of college and they had all gotten really close. They were his gay college possy, and Liam was thankful that he had a tight circle of friends despite the bad luck in his love life. He guessed things could be worse. He'd always have these lovable idiots to make him feel better.

Ethan and Julian were together. They'd been a couple since high school, which Liam had brought up multiple times to Ben during one of their millions of arguments Ben had tried to make about high school sweethearts never staying together -- not that it made a difference. Whatever. Ethan and Julian were awesome together, was the point... They were so close. They were so in love. Liam wanted that... They were his goal. He loved those two. Liam wanted that.