Out There

Out There

Chapter Three: Straight Boys are Confusing

By: Nicks_a_Writer Edited By: Hi_College_Guy (Matt)

On Saturday Brent had done a total one eighty from the night before. He was nice to Brady. There was one point when it was just the two of them sitting on my bedroom floor playing a video game and talking like they had been friends for years, all the while me and Ally just sat on my bed, relaxing and watching Brent royally kick Brady's ass into the next century.

All we really did throughout the day was laze around my house and eat our asses off. It was a cold day so we didn't want to go outside. I hate the damn winter, it really sucks. I'm a summer guy all the way, because I am hardcore into swimming.

It was starting to get late and Ally had already left to go home. Brent shortly followed suit around eight thirty. After he left, me and Brady just sat on the couch for a few minutes watching MTV.

I started getting a nervous knot right in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't get rid of it. I would always get like this when I was not sure about something. I went through with it anyway

"So...do you wanna stay over tonight?" The question just came out. I was completely surprised that the contents of my stomach hadn't followed the words that had just left my mouth, because I was really nervous, I mean really nervous.

"Yeah." He smiled at me, letting his stone gray eyes fall on me the in a way that I had grown accustomed to. "I'll just have to let my dad know."

I reached over to the table beside the couch and grabbed the phone and quickly tossed it into Brady's lap. I wished then that I could be that phone, just so I could get close to his dick...wait that was totally perverted.

He picked the phone up and dialed his number. I could barely hear the ringing coming through the receiver when it was stopped abruptly and replaced with deep mumblings, I guess every guy in Brady's family had that same deep brooding voice that I had fallen for.

"Hey dad, what's up?" Brady stated into the mouthpiece. "Not a lot here, just sitting on Chris's couch watching T.V. Do you mind if I stay over here tonight?" He looked at me and gave me a concerned look. I could hear the mumbling in the speaker grow slightly louder, and I began to get that nervous feeling in my stomach again.

"Oh, ok." He said and his face seemed a little down. "I love you too, bye" he said and turned the phone off. He reached over top of me and placed the phone back in its cradle. As he reclaimed his position, he looked at me. "He said it was ok." He said with a big smile on his face.

I think my left lung collapsed I released such a large amount of air, but I'm probably just exaggerating.

"Cool." I simply stated and smiled while my insides I felt like getting up and doing back flips all over the house. I glanced at the clock that was placed on the highest shelf in the TV cabinet, it read nine fifteen.

"Wanna go upstairs?" He asked as he stood and stretched. The higher his arms rose the higher his tee shirt went, revealing about 4 inches of his perfect stomach. I had to place my hand under my ass to keep from reaching out and running my hand the rest of the way down is stomach to his navel and then slowly follow the thin line of jet black hair to the waist line of his boxers that were poking up over top his jeans. God, that boy had a serious effect on me.

"Sure." I replied, caught in my dumbfounded state.

As he turned to the stairs, he simply looked over his shoulder and smiled. That boy made me curious as to what he was up to, so I followed.

When I made it up to my room he was stretched out on my bed with his socks off wiggling his toes as he channel surfed. He looked great and I loved the way that my forest khaki comforter took his light skin and made it look so milky and pure.

I walked over, plopped down beside him and just looked at him in all his beauty. I noticed that he had stopped on a basketball game, I really didn't know who was playing; I never can make heads or tails of their little abbreviation thingies. I loved the look that was set in his strong features, it was a look of pure concentration.

"Damn." He mumbled under his breath, his face contorting into a frown as a guy in a white jersey had tried to make a three pointer but failed miserably with an air ball.

I couldn't resist myself. I picked up my pillow and slammed it straight into his face. I think it scared him more than hurt him. He had obviously been oblivious to my presence in the room. He looked at me wide eyed and then jumped up quickly and had me in a headlock.

"Huh? Who's in charge now? That's what I thought." He said with a smile on his face as tightened his grip. I managed to bite his finger that was closest to my mouth and he let go with a howl. I quickly whipped his arms behind his head.

"That's right your daddy's in charge." I told him through a fit of laughter. We wrestled around for about thirty minutes and got really sweaty. He is so hot when he is sweaty.

"Uh... can I borrow a pair of gym shorts to sleep in." He asked with a slight blush creeping across his cheeks.

"Yeah." I said as I stood and went to my top dresser drawer to retrieve him a pair of shorts. I tossed them at him as he made his way to my bathroom. He shut the door and I heard the water in the shower turn on.

He was naked in my house, and that excited me in so many ways. I wished that I had a set of x-ray goggles, but I don't think those even exist. So I just sat there after I changed into a tank top and my own pair of gym shorts. I tried flipping through channels to find something on T.V. to distract me from a naked Brady that was just behind the door, but it still couldn't keep me from getting an erection. As I heard the water shut off in the bathroom, I noticed just how tented the front of my very loose gym shorts was.

"Hey Chris, where are your towels?" I heard him call through the door. I imagined him standing there in front of my shower on the rug dripping wet looking all around for something to dry off with. My cock began throbbing really hard after that image scorned my mind.

"Uh... under... the sink... in the... uh... thing" I managed to choke out of my suddenly dry throat. I quickly adjusted myself to where little Chris wouldn't be the first thing that he saw when he looked at me.

"Thanks." He replied and I heard the door to the cabinet slam. Just a few short seconds later he came out with the gym shorts hanging really low on his slender hips, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. His body was perfect, it was toned in all the right places, he had pink little nipples that dotted each of his small square pecs, which were nice, not overly muscled but there. He had a flat stomach with the slightest ridges outlining a nice six-pack. There was a thin line of jet black hair running from his navel all the way down into the gym shorts. He was drying his hair with the towel that he had found so he paid no attention to me checking him out.

He tossed the towel across the room into my hamper for dirty clothes.

"Where do you want me to put my jeans, shirt, and boxers?" he questioned. Wait, hold on, did he just say boxers? I believe he did. Wouldn't that mean that he is going commando underneath those silky gym shorts?

"Just lay them over there in the corner." I gulped as I slowly pointed to the empty spot in my room.

"Cool." He replied simply after he dropped them down over in the place that my finger was pointing. He turned and plopped down on my bed and playfully punched me in the arm. He grabbed the remote control and started flipping through the channels. "Let's find us some hot chicks to watch." He stated while arching his eyebrows exceedingly.

I felt the corners of my mouth turn down into a frown as what he just said processed through my brain. He wanted to find some hot girls to watch, so that definitely means that my dream guy is straight, just like every other guy that I like or find somewhat attractive. I am really starting to believe that I am the only gay guy in my small town of New Worth. Other than the lesbian couple that has lived together longer than my grandparents have been married, but they really don't count because, well, they're girls.

"O-ok." I stuttered as he began flipping through the channels, only he didn't stop on hot girls, he passed them up and stopped on a crappy movie station. Joy Ride was playing and so we watched it. It was a really cheesy movie, well at least I thought so. It ended at about one and I was still tired from last night's phone call.

I yawned and stretched and Brady quickly followed suit, because a yawn is contagious, right? I looked over at him to catch him staring at me with those beautiful gray eyes.

"What?" I asked, afraid that I had something on my face, though I have no clue what it could have been, because I hadn't been anywhere to get anything on my face.

"Nothing, just sleepy." He replied through a yawn. "I can normally stay up later but I am still sleep deprived from our phone call."

"Me too." I said as I caught his yawn. We got up and I turned down the blanket on the bed while he went and flipped the lights off. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dark, but I saw him come over my way and he gently squeezed my shoulder as he crawled over to the opposite side of the bed. I followed suit and pulled the cover up to my chin.

"I'm cold." He said and scooted a little bit closer to me. "Good night." He turned on his sided a buried his face in my back.

"Good night."

I woke up to find Brady with his arms wrapped around me, and of course this contact made my morning wood throb even more than normal. I really needed to piss but didn't want to move for the fear of waking him up. I was faced with either pissing on myself or possibly waking Brady up, so I opted for the latter.

I gently pried his arm from around my waist, pushed his head from my shoulder, and untangled his legs from mine, and all the while he didn't make a move. When I got out of bed, he started feeling around for me, but found my warm pillow instead and I had to chuckle when he curled up with it.

I relieved myself and then decided to take a shower. I felt a tad bit grimy from last nights wrestling match with Brady and I really hated feeling dirty. I'm pretty sure that it is not acceptable to be gross in society now a days, and though I could really care less if I was Mr. Popularity, I definitely don't want to be the social leper.

While I was soaping up, my visuals of Brady in all his glory came flooding back into my mind, causing all the blood to flow to my cock. Since I was in the shower I figured I would put all those extraordinary images to work. As I stroked my cock the picture of Brady standing in my shower last night lathering himself up helped me out a lot. His hand running all over his body, around his neck, across his chest, down his stomach to what I am sure is his huge dick. As the image of his manhood burned my closed eyes I felt myself tense up and then I unloaded. I watched the thousands of Mini-Chris' swim down the drain.

I rinsed off and got out of the shower. Being daring, since I was still somewhat high from my orgasm, I walked out into my bedroom with my towel around my shoulders, dick hanging. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a freshly laundered pair of boxers and slipped them on over my ass.

"What? Taking away my free show?" I heard a soothing voice that still had traces of sleep in it. I looked over to my bed, my cheeks in full of heat from embarrassment, and saw Brady lying there with the pillow that I had slept on wrapped up in his arms. Boy did this guy know how to confuse the hell out of me. First he wants to find some hot chicks on T.V. last night and now he is complaining that I am getting dressed. What does he want from me!

"Well I would hate to deprive you of anything, but I am just not really that comfortable being violated by other men. I am not a common whore." I said teasingly and stepped over to my closet to pull a pair of jeans off of a hanger. He got a bewildered look on his face and then started laughing. I quickly grabbed a hoodie out of my closet and slipped it on, then quickly deodorized, with him giggling all the while him on my bed.

"So what are you going to do today?" he asked me as I sat down on my bed. He was still laying there in all his glory, his gym shorts pulled down so low from his rowdy teenage sleep that I could see a slight line of hair running across the top of the band. Luckily I had just jerked off or I would have been in big trouble when I recognized this. Have I mentioned that this boy can really get to me?

"Uh..." I gulped. "My mom is not working today, and that is a rarity, she asked if I wanted to go shopping with her today. I told her yeah. Why are you asking?" I looked at him with questioning eyes. I mean I'm not going to complain about spending three days in a row with the boy of my dreams and I'd willingly spend more time with him. But I am a momma's boy. So maybe tonight he and I could get together.

"No reason really, I have just had a really good time with you and wanted to hang out today." He said with a disappointed look on his face. I wanted to spend time with him too, so much that he would never know.

"How about you meet me at the mall around six this evening and we will hang out. My mom will be all shopped out by the time you get there and she will be on her way home. I'll see if Brent and Ally wanna come. How does that sound?" I looked at him curiously cause he frowned when I said Brent's name. "What is it? Don't you like Brent?"

"No it's not that. Brent is totally cool. Ally is totally hot..."

"You're just wanting Ally to be there, you're wanting to put some moves on her." I said matter-of-factly with a sigh.

"No ass wipe, I was just wanting it to be me and you." Did he just call me an ass wipe, wait, regroup. He just told me that he wanted it to be just him and me. Do straight boys turn down offers to look at an extremely hot chick? I don't know, I have never had the mind of a straight guy. They are like chicks, a mystery. But I think I know that a straight guy doesn't turn down a chance like that, especially with a girl like Ally. Hell, I've said it once and I'll say it again, she is perfect.

"Okay, I guess it can be just the two of us." It was really hard to hide my excitement of him wanting to spend time with just me and no one else.

"I guess I better get dressed and head home if you are gonna go to the mall with your mom." He hopped out of bed and went over to the corner and started stripping. Just as I expected, he wasn't wearing any underwear. Let me just say, I got a permanent boner from seeing his perfect ass. It was so round and had the faintest little black hairs barely covering its round globes. "You better not be checking out my ass, or I'll beat the shit outta ya." How the hell did he know when he was turned around putting his boxers on? He turned around with a smile on his face, as he started sliding up his jeans to see the horrified look of being caught. "What is that look about?"

"Uh... um... nu... nothing... ing." I stammered.

"God, chill out I was joking, man you need to clam down. Spaz." He said, rolling his eyes. I jumped up off of the bed onto him and started tickling him.

"Call me a spaz again. I'll show you spaz." I said relentlessly tickling him on his ribs. "That's right, that's what I thought."

He looked at me with tear filled eyes as he finally got his fits of giggles toned down a few minutes later and smiled his incredible smile "I'm hungry." He stated simply.

"Lets see if mom has whipped anything up for breakfast. She usually does on her days off. I don't see how she does it. She works all week with ungodly hours and yet she still manages to spend time with us on her days off and even cook." I said with a look of amazement and love on my face. I love my mom more than she will ever know. She takes care of me and always supports me. She works too hard, but that is to give me and Tyler all that we want, but what she doesn't know is that we want her to work less hours. She refuses to lighten her shifts.

I opened my bedroom door and was bombarded with the smells of possibly omelets and what I know to be moms would famous blueberry pancakes. "Oh god you are in for the best breakfast of your life." I looked back at him as we started walking down the hallway to the stairs. He flashed his pearly whites and that was enough to make me ecstatic.

We walked into the kitchen to see mom dressed in a pair of jeans and a sapphire colored tee shirt with a brown jacket on. Yes, this is one of my gay qualities, I am very fashion oriented. I may not care that much about what other people think of me, but I love to dress nice and keep up with the latest fashions and so did my mom. I guess that is why she always wanted to go shopping on her days off.

"Wow you look good today mom." I said as I walked up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She turned around and smiled at me.

"And who is this handsome young man?" She said eyeing Brady, she turned and winked at me. I swear sometimes I think she knows I'm gay, I have given her no indication of that though. Oh well, maybe that was a well-I-approve-of-him wink.

"Good morning Ms. Swanson." Brady introduced himself, having enough gall to actually hug my mom. He must be really affectionate. Good, just what I've always wanted, an affectionate boyfriend. What the hell am I saying, he won't ever be my boy friend, he's straight.

"You are really friendly. I like that in a person. A good quality and please call me Mary." She said with a grin. "Now you boys get your butts in those seats and I will fix you up a plate." She put down the pan and got two plates out of the cabinet and placed them on the counter where the stools were. She started by putting an omelet on both of our plates. It was loaded down with cheese, ham, peppers, onions, and a little bit of bacon. She then proceeded to stack three pancakes on our plates and turned back to the stove.

Just as she was fetching her plate a groggy, fuzzy haired Tyler walked in wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of smiley face boxers. I looked at him with bugged out eyes, he never leaves his bedroom with out some type of bottoms on. Brady started laughing his ass off.

"What the hell is so funny?" Tyler asked hatefully while trying to get an eye crusty out.

"Watch your mouth young man!" Mom scolded, setting her plate down on the counter beside mine.

"Nothing." Brady choked out through forced back laughs. "It's just funny to see that you have a pair of boxers that have a smiley face right on the crotch. I didn't know that they made them like that." He stated finally, calm enough to take a bite out of his omelet.

"Shit!" he exclaimed looking down surprised to see his bare legs. "I forgot to put my shorts on last night."

"Am I gonna have to ground you, Nathan Tyler Swanson!" She scoffed at the vulgar word Tyler had used. He turned and ran back up the stairs.

After a few moments of silence mom decided to break it "So how did you and Chris meet Brady?" she said looking at him as she set her cup of coffee back down on the counter.

"Well, I moved here last Tuesday, enrolled in school on Wednesday, and by Thursday I had already landed detention for Friday by being tardy for Mr. Wilkins Biology class." He told her.

"So you and Chris had detention together?" She asked.

"Well we have a few classes together as well mom." I told her. She proceeded to take a sip of coffee while she 'ummhmm'ed' her answer.

I continued on with breakfast and was about finished when a freshly showered Tyler came into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, loaded it down with sugar, and then proceeded to fix himself a plate.

Breakfast went on pretty much uneventfully. After I cleared away the dishes and Brady helped me load them into the dishwasher he decided that he'd better get home if we were going to hang out like we planned tonight.

Shortly after he left, mom and Tyler loaded up in her big white Tahoe while I followed them to the mall in my car. After a few hours of shopping with mom and a quick launch at the food court Chic-Fil-A her and Tyler were on their way home to put away their new purchases.

I sat in the food court and waited for Brady as he had instructed me. I was sitting there sipping on my Mountain Dew when a pair of strong hands slipped over my eyes.

"Guess who?" I heard the deep voice that I had grown accustomed to.

"Umm... The Pope?" I swatted at the hands.

"Wrong!" Brady said as he plopped down in the seat to the right of me as he stole my soda and took a rather large drink.

"Thirsty are we?" I asked as I heard the slurping noise that the straw makes only when the cup is empty. "What did you want to do?" I asked him since it was his idea to do something tonight.

"Well I thought that we might go bowling." He said. "Back in my old town I used to go bowling all the time. It is so much fun." He said with a large toothy smile plaster all over his handsome features.

"I've never been bowling." I revealed. Brady got a disappointed look on his face like I was about to object to what he wanted to do. "But I would be willing to give it a shot if I had the right teacher." I smiled at how much his face lit up within the seconds that it took for me to say that sentence.

"Well, a teacher I shall be." He laughed and jerked me up by my arm. He pulled me along the food court to the exit before I could stop him.

"Wait, wait. I'm parked on the other side." I managed to break free from his grip and I turned around. God was he pushy tonight. I just wish that he was pushing me into bed, but you can't always get what you want. We turned around and headed back into the food court, turned right, and started walking down the main strip of the mall.

"Why did you park all the way down here?" He asked me as we walked into an over priced department store. This store is known for its mark down prices, but if these were the marked down prices then I would hate to see the original price.

I stopped at an intersection of four different tiled pathways trying to decide which one lead to my car. I chose the right one remembering when I came in I turned left to get to the main strip exit of the store.

"Because my mom loves to shop in this store. She says she can find the better deals, but I have yet to see them." I said rolling my eyes. I pushed open the door and motioned him through, politely holding it open for him. He stepped through and did the same for me with the final exiting door.

We located my car and got in.

"Buckle up, I don't drive people that won't wear their seat belt. I'm not having anyone's death on my conscience." He laughed at me and clicked the belt on and I whipped out of the space.

The vehicle was filled with silence on the way to the bowling ally. I don't like silence, I'm a talker. I mean, we talked for four and a half hours on the phone the other night, why can't we come up with a topic to talk about right now?

I was turning into the bowling ally when I saw Brent's truck parked in front of it.

"Hmm." I wondered. "What's Brent's truck doing here?"

We unbuckled and got out of my car. When we got inside I stopped dead in my tracks because I saw Brent sitting over in a booth with his arm around a girl I had never seen before. Interesting, a secret girlfriend that Brent has kept hidden from me? I thought we were best friends; best friends don't keep love lives secret from one another. Wait, I guess they can, I'm gay and I haven't told him. I just need to calm down. Or do I? I mean yeah my love life is a secret, though not a very interesting secret. But mine is a secret because we live in a society filled with bigots and homophobes. My excuse is adequate. But he is sitting there with that girl like he doesn't have a care in the world.

I felt a rather large and muscular mass bump into me from behind. I guess getting bowled over by Brady in a bowling ally is kind of ironic.

"Isn't that Brent over there with... uhh... some hot girl?" He asked me as I stood my ground still dumb founded.

"I think so." I managed to finally get out. I have no problem with Brent dating girls, honestly. I have known every girlfriend that he has had, I've even went so far as to fix him up with what any straight guy would call a 'fine piece of ass'. "But I don't know who the hell she is." I finished and looked over at him.

He face went from awe struck to confusion in one point two seconds flat.

"Why, don't you know her?" He looked at me, eyes questioning.

"No." I simply said. I turned to look at him with a frown. I was hurt. Nothing more could be said. My best friend does not tell me about a part of his life and it hurts me. I think that we need to have discussion about what friends are and that they are not supposed to keep things like this hidden. First off, he has to tell me when he is getting laid, blatantly put. And secondly, we are simply supposed to be able to tell each other everything, well except for my sexuality that is.

"You gonna talk to him?" Brady asked me with a worried expression that somewhat down played his strong and handsome looks.

"Not right now. He hasn't spotted us. Its crowded and we can go to the other side of the ally." I told him trying to feign a smile. "Plus I don't know how to bowl and I don't need him teasing me about it." I nervously chuckled and started heading toward the rent-a-shoe stand wear I could get a ridiculously colored pair of fungus shoes.

"You are gonna teach me how to bowl. I've never picked up one of those damn things, I've always been afraid of losing a toe." I told him as I went over to the booth that was farthest away from Brent and mystery lady. "I wonder if I took these shoes to a lab for testing if they would come back a hazardous item?" I said as I took off my right shoe and replaced it with the horrid neon orange and forest green colored atrocity.

"More than likely. I am truly afraid of these things." He told me as he slipped on his equally atrocious pair. "But I gotta brave even my worst fear, just so I can teach a pathetic loser like you how to bowl." He smiled at me as he tied his last lace. He stood up and walked over to the large rack of florescent colored bowling balls that was lined up in this odd looking shelf type thing. "This is a bowling ball. They are blindingly colorful, well some of them anyway, and they are damn heavy." He said picking up a bright blue ball with three of his fingers placed in the finger holes.

"Oh ha ha. I think I know what a bowling ball is. I not stupid." I said mockingly. I raised an eyebrow and cockily strolled over to the shelf he was standing by. I looked at him with a little smirk spread across my lips. I reached up for the ball stuck three fingers in it and rolled it off of the shelf... onto my toe.

"SHIT! FUCK! SON OF A BITCH!" I cursed really loud. Brady was doubled over at the sight of me holding my foot up in my hand while frantically jumping up and down on my remaining foot. My toe hurt like hell.

"Sit down on the bench." Brady instructed me in a deep soothing voice once he recomposed his self. I was on the verge of tears, because having your toe just about ripped off by a bowling ball sucks. I followed Brady's instructions. "Take of your shoe." He further instructed me, and then he knelt down in front of me. I lifted my foot up into my lap, not being able to feel by big toe at the moment, I was afraid that I would pull it off to find that I no longer had a toe. I slowly pulled the horrendous shoe off and was relieved to see my precious big toe still intact.

"Take off your sock." He told me in a reassuring voice. I followed his instruction and was relieved to see that it still had the toenail on there. "Okay, now this may hurt but I am gonna check and see if it is broken. I had an Anatomy class at my old school and it taught us how to do a slight survey for broken bones." He said and started applying pressure at the base of my toe.

"AHH!!" I yelped in pain as he made it to the bend of my toe. He finished up and looked up at me.

"Well there are no obvious brakes but we will just wait a few minutes and see what it does." He said in a stern doctor type voice. He then relaxed and smiled handsomely at me. "But I will help you out if anything is wrong."

I just smiled at him, filling a little surge of strong feelings for him. This boy was everything I wanted. He had the looks, good God did he have the looks. He was probably one of the most considerate guys I had ever met in my life. I don't think I would ever be able to take care of a person like he has taken care of me tonight. He has been so caring with me, making sure that he checked me out good and he seems genuinely concerned for my well being. I guess that is just how he is with his friends. I just wish that he could return my more than friendly feelings. Ahh, the curse of the straight boy.

He looked down at my foot and I followed his bugging eyes to my big toe. I noticed that it was starting to bruise, turning a nasty purplish yellow color.

"Eww... I think the nail may come off eventually." He made a sick looking face; it kind of looked like he was going to hurl. "But you should be alright. Stand up." I rose and stood on it with a slight pain jolting through it like a bolt of electricity but then it went away.

"How does that feel?"

"Well better than I expected. I don't think it's broken, I can bend it." I said wriggling my big toe. "Can I put my shoe back on Doctor Williams?" I asked him with the slightest hint of sarcasm.

"Sure."

I sat down and started putting my sock back on and my shoe shortly followed. I proudly stood up and walked around with a little bit of a limp, but that slowly worked itself out after a few trips up and down in front of him strutting my stuff.

"Are you gonna teach me to bowl or not Williams?" I said playfully poking his chest. And what a fine and firm chest it was to poke. It was so soft, but yet firm and hard. Now picture me melted into a big messy puddle of nothing.

"Yeah, I didn't bring you here to crush your toe. I brought you here to learn the manly lazy art of bowling." He said standing a puffing out his chest playfully. He walked over to the dreaded shelf full of those damned balls and I followed suit.

"Okay, let me help you pick one up until you get the feel of it." He told me as I reached out and grabbed hold of another ball. He stopped me and picked it up himself. "Okay, now put your thumb, index finger and middle finger into the three holes there." He said nodding toward the holes in the ball. I put my three fingers into the holes as I was directed to do. "Now grip it and watch your feet, because I am gonna let go in 3... 2... 1..." He said and pulled his hands from underneath the ball.

I closed my eyes as soon as one came out of his mouth. I felt a heavy sensation jerk my arm but I felt the dead weight still attached to the end of my hand. I opened my eyes, stunned, but ever so slowly looked down. I started to giggle when I saw that the neon green ball still attached to my finger. I looked at him and smiled.

"It's not so heavy." I lifted the ball and placed my free hand underneath it to give it some support.

"Well Chris, this is the easy part I am afraid. Now you have to knock down all the white sticks, or pins, with one of these balls." He smiled at me, knowing full well that I at least knew what the pins were. I gave him a snotty little smirk and went to prepare myself to toss the ball down the ally to make a strike.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a bemused look on his face.

"I am getting ready to make a strike." I informed him as I brought the ball up to my face and began to run. I stopped very suddenly at the line that designated where the lane begun and tossed the ball wildly. It went into the little ditch thing beside the wooden floor and I head a deep laugh. I turned around and gave Brady my worst fake angry look. That caused his laugh to grow louder.

"Well let me show you how to properly send the ball down the lane." He patted me on the shoulder once his laughter had died down. He walked over to the ball return thing and got the ball that I had just used. He backed up from the line about five feet, brought the ball up to his face, start walking swiftly up to the line and then stopped bringing his right foot back around his left as the ball left his fingers in a straight path for the pins. It was, of course, a strike.

"You have to teach me how to do that." I said, awestruck.

"Well that is why I brought you here." He smirked at me and followed it up with a wink.

The pins reset themselves and I got up and got another ball.

"Okay," He said coming up behind me, he put his arms around me and grabbed the ball and brought it up to my chest with my fingers still in it. "Place it up here like so, now this is your starting position."

He placed his hand over top of mine that had three fingers inserted into the holes of the ball.

"Now, we are going to quickly walk up to the line." He instructed and I began to rapidly walk up to the line, but stopped as soon as I got there. "Now we are gonna bring the ball back." He said as he drew his arm back, mine shortly following. "And now let it roll off of your finger tips." He whispered in a low voice in my ear, as I started pulling my arm forward and the ball rolled off. It made it all the way down the lane and I knocked all of the pins down except for two.

I hardly noticed this, because the guy of my dreams had been millimeters away from my body. I could feel his warm breath on me, smell his heavenly scent that sent my nose a buzz. His hand had been over top of mine, it was so much bigger than mine, so much more rugged and rough feeling. I liked it. I wanted him that close to me again as I turned around to see him staring at me again with his charming gray eyes. I looked up into them searching for something, anything, I don't know what exactly. Hope, maybe? Hope for a relationship that I knew was destined to never be. But I wanted it to be there, for him to have the same desires that I had. Yet I knew that there would be no way that the boy of my dreams could ever be gay.

He smiled at me.

"Good job." He said as he placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "You thirsty?" he asked as he turned around and looked over at the concession stand.

"Uh... yeah..." I slowly choked out. I was still stunned from the closeness. I would have never thought that he would have been that comfortable to actually put his arms around me in public. See it is things like this that straight boys do that make me wonder. Unfortunately, I think that he is just affectionate like that with his friends. I guess I will just have to see as he, Ally, and Brent get closer.

We walked over to the counter to order our drinks. This cute blonde girl that looked to be around our age took our orders. When I noticed that she was checking Brady out, I felt a surge of jealousy run through me. I felt like jumping over that counter and sticking her head underneath the soda fountain and give her a good Mountain Dew rinse. But that was just a thought. She turned back around with our drinks.

"That will be three ninety-two." She said. I began fishing out my wallet but before I could even open it up Brady already had the money down on the counter. "Also, we are having a special tonight." She said as she whorishly leaned over the counter, exposing her repulsive cleavage. "Our fiftieth customer gets my phone number, and guess what? That's you." She said pulling a napkin out of the dispenser and jotted her number down on it. She slid it across the counter to Brady as my mouth dropped open at least a good solid foot.

"I'll have to make good use of this offer." He said in a suave voice and winked at her. Oh no he didn't, not my boyfriend, wait, he's not my boyfriend. Why do I have to remind myself of this? He is straight.

We turned and started to walk back toward our booth where my shoes were still placed. He stuffed the atrocity of a napkin in his pocket and we went and sat back down.

"So are you gonna make good use of that napkin?" I asked him trying not to have a bitter tone in my voice. I don't think it really worked cause he got a really confused look on his face.

"Well wouldn't you use it?" He shot back. I didn't like where this was going, I didn't like it one bit. He was supposed to be my perfect dream boy, but I guess my perfect dream boy is straight.

"Uh... yeah... I guess I would." I forced out not wanting to blow my cover. I didn't like this, him with the possibility of having a girl to talk to, with him being here less than a week. I guess I shouldn't be jealous, I knew all along that he was straight, right? I guess that I always have that little glimmer of hope. Damn hope it always gets me excited over a boy that will never be able to return my feelings. It's times like these that actually have me cursing my sexuality. Normally I have no problem with it, I embrace it in what ways I can without being outed. This, though, will help me get over him in the long run, so I suppose it won't hurt. Well, yeah it will, it will hurt like hell because this boy is everything that a man should be. Caring, knows when to joke and when to be serious, and knows a lot about me. I guess that is just the sappy romantic in me though.

"See then." He said with a defiant smile. "So are we gonna bowl more?"

We bowled for about two more hours. I got better, slowly I might add. Let's just say that I didn't get as good a hit as I did the first time. But I did manage not to drop the ball on any of my remaining toes. But the overall experience was great. That is, after I saw Brady spit his gum out into the number napkin and tossed it in the garbage.

I was still curious about the girl that I had seen all over Brent throughout the night. There were a couple of times that I had seen them making out in that one way, you know the really gross way that you never want to see anyone making out.

"Did you see Brent and that one chick going at it tonight." Brady said as I turned onto his street to drop him off.

"Yeah." I said with a slight shudder. He laughed and looked over at me.

"It was gross. I have never seen anybody go at it like that before in my life. It was totally sick." He giggled. I pictured the girl straddling Brent while he had both of his hands on her head pulling her down onto his lips. It was so horrendous, that would definitely be haunting me for a while.

I pulled up into Brady's driveway to let him out. As I shifted into park he looked over at me and gave me a weak smile.

"Everything will be okay. Brent has to have a reason to not have told you about that girl." He said meekly as his smile gradually got bigger. "But we sure as hell had fun didn't we?" He said with a huge grin plastered all over his face.

"Though I no longer have a big toe, all in all it was awesome." I told him with a joyful look on my face. He smiled at me and then he, yet again, placed his hand on my shoulder slowly sliding it down my chest onto my thigh. He squeezed.

"Good night big guy." And with that he was out my car door before I knew what had happened. Straight boys are so confusing. I mean what the fuck was that? He just squeezed my thigh, isn't that like third base or something? Straight boys don't grab other supposed straight boys thighs. Do they? I am really confused right now.

But I am going to focus on what the hell Brent was doing at the bowling ally with mystery girl. I have the right to know when Brent has a new love interest; after all he is my best friend, isn't he? I mean we have been friends since like first grade. We know each other inside and out. Well except for my homo secret. But that is totally different.

I drove home lost in similar thoughts. I pulled into my garage, shut the door, went in and made a beeline for my bedroom. When I made it in there I shut my door and began to undress, changing into a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt. I sat down on my bed, picked up the phone and dialed the number that was burned into my brain.

After three rings he answered.

"Hello?" He said.

"Hey. Kissed any good girls tonight?" I asked very upbeat and nonchalantly. I visualized his mouth dropping open and then closing. He cleared his throat twice.

"Uhh... mmm... Kinda." He spoke into the phone with a very small voice.

"Kinda?" I asked with a slight chuckle. "Kinda would be a few pecks on the lips every now and then, but what you were doing was something that I would never ever want to see anyone do." I said making a gagging sound to make sure he got just how sick his almost pornographic making out was.

"Well, we did get caught up a few times." He said in a slightly bigger voice.

"Yet again, a few times?" I asked sarcastically. I leaned back on my pillow and got comfortable because I knew that this would be a long, dragged out conversation. It was like pulling teeth.

"Okay, so it was all night. Wait... How the hell do you know that I was with a girl tonight? I was at the bowling ally. You never go to the bowling ally. Hell I wasn't even for sure you knew that New Worth had a bowling ally." He said in a very dominant tone like he had turned the tables on me.

"Uhh... well, Brady wanted to go bowling so we went and he taught me how." I quipped just as matter-of-factly as he had.

"So you can bowl now. I smell a new hang out." He said sounding somewhat excitedly.

"Yeah so, you still haven't answered the question that has bugged the hell outta me ever since I saw you and mystery girl at the bowling ally. Who is she?" I asked very sincerely, I mean if my best friend was going to be dating a girl I wanted to get to know her and be her friend, just so I wouldn't feel like he was trying to keep that part of his life from me. I don't think I would like it very much if he started keeping secrets from me.

"Her name is Meredith, Meredith Wells." He said in an almost dreamy voice. It kind of freaked me out a little bit; how his voice sounded when he said her name.

"I don't know a Meredith."

"She is an exchange student from England. Her accent is so hot. It is so proper and sexy. It just flows man." He said in that same strange dream like voice. I was really starting to not like the way that he was sounding.

"So when did she start school?" I asked him, wondering how they met without me meeting her as well.

"It was Friday after school. I ran into her on my way out to my truck. She had just left the principles office, because she was registering for her classes, and I bumped into her. We kinda hit it off from there." He told me his normal voice returning slightly.

"Again with the kinda!" I exclaimed into the phone a little loudly. "You hit off damn well. But anyways, I just want you to know that I am happy for you. But I am hurt that you didn't tell me about her." I sighed into the receiver.

"I'm sorry, it's just that you have been so wrapped up in Brady. I figured you wouldn't care cause you were to busy trying to make him feel welcomed and like a part of the gang." He said disheartened.

"No, I am sorry that you feel that way. I always want you to tell me what is happening in your life. And if I am too wrapped up in anything to pay attention to you, please unwrap me." I said with a chuckle. I just made myself sound like a Christmas present.

"Thanks Chris." He said. "But I kinda have to go. I told Meredith I would call her." He giggled as Meredith's name rolled off of his tongue. Ah, straight boys and their love affairs.

"Well why the hell are you talking to me then?" I asked.

"Good night Chris. And again thanks, I love you bud." He admitted.

"I know you do." I said before I hung up.

I was sitting in the library yet again reading our next play for drama class, when in walked miss sexy Meredith, with her long legs, blonde hair, and tight clothes which were revealing a lot of cleavage. Even as a gay guy, I knew that she was hot. I would so do her if she had a penis. I continued to read my play when all of a sudden my book was snapped shut.

"Why hello, you must be Christopher." She said in a thick British accent. It was so sexy; her voice was very vindictive but yet appealing. I definitely felt its presence.

"Uh... yeah." I said somewhat shocked at how she had just approached me. She slid up on the table and crossed her legs, making sure to do it very slowly, trying to tease me. But guess what lady, you can't tease a gay guy.

"I am Meredith Wells, and I fucking rule at everything I do, academics, athletics, and even drama." She said while looking at me over her shoulder. She leaned down, "And I will not be fucked with. I am dating your best friend, aren't I? I know you are the star student here at this dump of a school, the bastard you call a principal kept telling me what a lovely boy you are and how we should get to know each other. I am here to tell you I plan to surpass your every accomplishment. I will be better than you and I will not be fucked with. I can make your life hell." She whispered seductively into my ear, before she gave me a peck on the check and leaned up. "I'm glad we had this little chat." She stood up and started walking toward the library exits. She strolled out of the door, but not before she flipped me off.

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