Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
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I couldn't sleep that night.
On one hand, that date was... perhaps the best date of my entire life? And believe me, I wasn't exaggerating or pretending just because it was with someone I happened to have some kind of infatuation with or whatever. No, it was, in all seriousness, the most enjoyable date I'd ever been on, simply because it wasn't awkward and uncomfortable. It was fun and natural and... just really nice. I couldn't say that about a lot of my dates. Actually, I couldn't say that about any of my dates, really.
But on the other hand, I was worried, too. It seemed like Kenny had enjoyed it as well—I mean, he'd kissed me, so he must have enjoyed it, right?—but there was still that nagging voice in the back of my mind that cackled, 'He doesn't want you! He only wants Mason! He only kissed you to make you feel better! You're just wasting your time!'
It was becoming increasingly harder to be the selfless and laidback person I tried to be and let everyone do their own thing, when the only thing they did was hurt the people I cared about. Cough—Mason—cough. I was happy to hear that Kenny was spending time with other people, but then he insinuated that he'd had an interaction with Mason before our date, and not knowing what happened made me go crazy. What had Mason told him this time? Why couldn't he just leave him alone? Why did he have to keep coming back and confuse the hell out of him when all he needed was distance? Was that too much to ask?
My waking thoughts were interrupted, at the wonderful time of 3 AM, when Austin came back home. To his credit, he wasn't completely drunk. I think. He was swaying a lot, though.
"Austin, where'd you come from?"
He tried taking off his shoe and crashed into the wall.
Never mind.
"A partyyy." He ran a hand through his messed up hair, to no avail, and leaned against the wall with a grin on his face. "Got laid."
"Good for you," I chuckled, rolling my eyes.
"I followed your example, Jamesie," he slurred as he sauntered over and threw himself onto his bed, "but... hmm... it was not... I don't think it was an idea— I mean, it wasn't a very good idea."
"What are you talking about?"
"I had sex," he exclaimed, tossing his hands in the air.
"Yeah, I got that."
"With a guy."
I tried to keep myself from laughing. I really tried. I laughed so hard I choked and started coughing and he rolled around to face me with a miserable groan. "It's not funny!"
"It is!"
He threw his pillow at me—missed by a mile—and whined, "It wasn't funny, Jamie! He yelled at me! I had to leave because I wasn't doing it right!"
