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Part Thirteen
Okay, so it wasn't such a bright idea. Inviting Drew out with us. Who knew that Skit would turn it into some big, we're-all-friends extravaganza. And how could I tell Skit that I changed my mind when he was bouncing around happy all of the time? God, I loved it when he smiled at me like I was some kind of hero.
And of all the quacky, insane things to do, we were going bowling. Okay, the last time I went bowling, I was thirteen. What do you wear bowling? Clean socks, I know, but I didn't know if I should dress up or down. And even though Mike said that he was cool with everything, how was he really gonna feel about hanging out with a bunch of gay guys?
Because that's what Skit, Drew and I were.
I decided to just wear khakis, a t-shirt and a light, plaid dress shirt over it. It was casual enough to be casual, but not so casual that I would look like a complete idiot if somebody else dressed nice.
God, before Skit, I never even really thought about what I was wearing just as long as it was clean. Now, I was spending a long time staring into my closet to come up with a decent outfit to wear. I was even considering asking Skit to take me shopping...as long as he realized that I would never even think about wearing any of the crazy stuff he wore. Not that it looked at all crazy on him...on him, everything was sexy.
"Mike's here," my mom's voice came from the bottom of the stairs and I heard his footsteps as he came up. Mike basically had free run of my house whenever he was there since we had been friends for so long. He was one of the only people that I let come over on any kind of regular basis. That was going to change soon, though. When I told my parents about Skit, I wanted them to meet him...and for him to be as welcome in our home as his dad made me feel in their home.
Mike appeared in front of my door a few minutes later, grinning. I smiled at him briefly before going to stand in front of my dresser to spray cologne on. He busted up laughing and I threw him a hateful look. It was a good thing that he was enjoying this because I wasn't. I didn't exactly feel comfortable primping myself...but it always paid off when Skit looked at me.
"Shut up, Mike," I said lowly and his smile was wide enough to split his face in two.
"What?" he asked innocently. "I didn't say nothin'."
"Yeah, keep it that way," I told him and he laughed some more. I couldn't help the fact that I had this huge smile on my face...that being with Skit made me happier than I had ever been. That being with Skit was changing me.
"I never thought I'd see the day that you'd be whipped," he said, then ducked and dodged me when I came after him, laughing.
"Quit playing around and come on," I said, turning and going out of the door. Mike followed me cautiously. I had decided to set it up where Mike would come and pick me up, we'd head over to pick up Skit and then get Drew. The less time I had to spend with that kid, the better.
Skit had decided to go with a whole bowling theme. He had on 80s bowling shoes, a bright-red bowling league shirt and a pair of well-fitting khakis. Mike started giggling when he saw him. I thought he looked cute as hell.
The thing about Skit was that he was one hundred percent comfortable in his own skin. He could wear whatever he thought looked good and somehow make everybody else think that it was cool, too.
Skit stuck his tongue out at Mike as he walked towards the truck. Mike laughed a little harder, calling out of the window, "What's up, kiddo?"
Skit came around to my side of the truck. I opened the door and he leaned in and kissed me, then hopped in the back. He was like a magnet because I hopped over the passenger seat and into the back to sit next to him.
"What am I the chaffeur?" Mike asked indignantly and Skit giggled.
I had an arm around Skit a few moments later and Skit leaned in against me, his skinny shoulders bumping into mine once...then again. I looked over at him, those blue eyes were flashing up at me. I kissed him, slow at first, then his tongue slid into my mouth and started playing with mine and he was making a sound at the back of his throat and I delved in deeper, wanting to find the source of that sound, to feel it humming somewhere deep inside of him.
"Hello, guys, another person in the car," Mike said, shifting the car in gear. I moved back, away from Skit. He was looking up at me, with pure emotion in his eyes...like I was something special. His lips were almost red, a little pouty. I threw a quick glance in the front at Mike. He was looking at me in the rearview mirror and there was this expression on his face. Like it just dawned on him that I really was gay.
"Hey, Drew," Skit called out as Drew climbed into the passenger seat of the truck. Drew flicked a look back at us over the passenger seat, then settled back.
"Hey, Skit," he said, then carefully. "Eric."
"Drew, this is my best friend Mike," I said, gesturing in the direction of the driver's seat. "Mike, this is Drew."
"What's up, man," Mike said to Drew and they started talking... about nothing really, art, our small city. I sat back and prayed for the best.
Drew is a bowling champion. It figures. I, on the other hand, wish that there were some of those gutter guards they use for kiddie bowling lining the sides of the lane because, see, bowling's nothing like football.
Being the one that everybody laughs at is kinda cool at first, but it gets old quick. So, I was sitting slouched on the yellow plastic seat, pouting a little bit.
Skit stood in front of our lane, a red, marbly bowling ball hefted up. I smiled a little. Skit is the cutest motherfucker alive, I swear. He gets completely serious when its his turn. His face goes straight and he bites his lower lip.
Then, he hefts the ball up and stands there eyeing the lane forever before he takes three precise steps forward, wiggles his butt a little and steps to the left. Then, he swings his arm back and sends the ball shuttling down the lane. If he even knocks down one pin, his eyes go all bright and he turns around, looking for me, beaming. I beam right back at him.
Drew stands in front of his and Mike's lane with supreme confidence, holds his ball up, steps carefully, then slides his right leg behind his left, getting low to the ground before he sends the ball twisting and gliding down the lane like magic - and two out of three times its a strike. Asshole.
I'm not used to bowling balls or I don't know how strong I am or something because I just kinda walk up there and launch the thing down there and if I'm lucky it will knock down four or five pins. Everytime I throw the ball, they all go into fits of laughter, Mike doubling over and going red in the face, Skit dipping his head so that I can't see his face but his skinny shoulders shake beneath the red shirt. Drew clutches his chest like he's having a heart attack and shows all his teeth when he laughs. I don't really see what's so funny.
Mike's one to laugh, he fucking prances when its his turn. Literally. He gets the ball, stands there and then walk-jogs u until he sends the ball down the lane. He's a decent bowler, though.
When they started to laugh at me again, I stomped back to the seat next to Skit and folded my arms across my chest.
"I don't see what's so funny," I stated emphatically and that made them laugh harder.
"I know, but dude," Mike gasped out. "If you could see yourself you would understand. You're a fucking...neanderthal."
Skit laugeds with his face pressed against my shoulder, so I scooped him up and threw him over my shoulder in a fireman's hold. I smacked his ass and toted him around for a minute, laughing when he started screaming at me to let him down.
When he was just about ready to give up, I slid him down onto his feet and he looked up at me, red-faced, but smiling. He pressed his face against my shirt and gave me a hard squeeze.
"Well, you all think I'm a neanderthal," I said and everybody but Drew was either smiling or giggling. Drew had kind of looked away from us and dug his hands into his pockets.
"I'm gonna get something to drink," Drew said quietly and walked off the floor onto the carpet, headed for the concession stand. Skit went slient and watched him go. I heaved a sigh.
"What?" Mike asked, clueless.
Skit looked sullen, his eyes going huge and soft as he looked at me.
"All I did was touch you," I protested helplessly. "Am I not supposed to touch you?"
"No," Skit admitted, scuffing the toe of his bowling shoe against the floor.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?" I asked.
"Go talk to him," Skit said, pleading and I groaned aloud.
"What?" Mike asked again.
"Drew wants Skit," I said.
"He's getting over me," Skit corrected me and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, right," I said and Skit folded his arms over his chest.
"You said you would try," he reminded me. "Drew means a lot to me. I want him in my life. Back when my mom died and I had just come out to my parents and everybody, he helped me out a lot. He talked to me about things and he did everything he could to make sure my head was okay, you know, and I don't want to hurt him."
"I don't know what to say to him." I told Skit. "Just so you know that." I walked off towards the concessions in search of Drew.
He was in a narrow hall just past the nacho bar, leaning back against the wall with his hands pressed against his eyes. My heart contracted. Damn.
I walked over to him.
"Drew," I said and his hands fell to his sides. He stared at me, his eyes red-rimmed. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he said, but his voice was hoarse and anyone could see that he was lying.
"Look, I know you're not cool with me and Skit being together but Skit fucking loves you, you know," I told him. "And he wants us to get along."
"I don't have a problem with you," he told me quietly, not looking at me. "I mean, in my head I know that you and Skit are together and that he's happy as hell about being with you...but I've...cared about Skit for a long time. When he came to me back then, I had feelings for him that I didn't act on because he was so young, but I still felt things. And when I saw how much he's grown up, it seemed like this was my chance. Enter you. And I'm not exactly a hundred percent able to just shut off my feelings."
"I love him," I told Drew very quietly and he looked me in the eye. "He's the first person - the only person - whose ever made me feel like this, I've never been happy like this. And I couldn't give that up. Not for myself, not for people to think I'm straight or for anything. All I can tell you is that him and me are happy together and we'll stay that way because I'm not gonna go off and do anything stupid or fuck it up."
"I'll get over him," Drew said slowly.
"I don't think you will," I admitted. "Skit's not the kind of person that you can just get over. If you don't get over him, I can understand that. But I just want you to accept the fact that he chose me, that he and I are together. I'm gonna touch him and kiss him around you because I can't censor myself just because you're around. Skit wants you in his life and its your choice if you wanna be around him and accept us."
Drew nodded. We stood there for a minute in silence.
"So, you gonna be okay?" I asked and he nodded again. ********************************************************** More to come!
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