Gay Shirt

"Hey D, does this shirt make me look...gay?"

"Huh? Ohh...you're asking if that shirt would suggest you're homosexual just by appearence. Well, no, because being gay isnt necessarily a certain look but an orientation which is uncontrolable. Then again I don't think blue is your color."

"......"

"......"

"So...should I buy it or what?"

"Ugh...do what you want Bryan... Do what you want..." He wrinkled his brow, dumbfounded by what I had said. A sigh escaped my lips as I suddenly craved a cigarette. Sometimes I couldn't believe this idiot was my best friend. He looked down at the shirt for a second then put it back.

"You're right...blue ain't my color, huh?" He offered a half hearted smile and I couldn't help but laugh; he usually tried to diguise his southern drawl but I knew he was letting it out just for me. Ah yes, that's why this idiot was my best friend. Bryan then reached down and picked up a pink v-neck shirt, holding it up against his body.

"What about now, do I look fabulous?" He asked cocking a hip and using the stereotypical flamboyantly gay voice. I frowned, my dissapointment returning. And we're back to just idiot. I turned on a heel and started outside for a smoke. He rolled his eyes, grabbing my wrist and pulling me back to face him.

"Come on Drew, you know I was just foolin'. You gotta learn ta laugh at yerself sometimes...You know how many people have called me a "country bumpkin" or "red neck" or "white trash" just 'cause the way I talk? A lot. And you know what I do? I laugh and just say "Yeah, yer prob'ly right..." even though you and me both know it's not true..."

"Ha! See, that's excactly what I'm talking about! Just because a guy has a slightly higher voice than most doesn't mean he's gay. And just because your gay doesn't mean you have a high voice!" He let go of my wrist and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking off to the side with a slight pout.

"Well shoot, I know that. Yer voice is perfectly normal...most of the time." I could see a smirk traveling across his face. With a grin I punched his arm, hard. He staggered back a bit and grabbed his arm where I'd hit him.

"See now there's another thing... Yer gay and yet you don't hit like a girl!" I went to sock him in the stomach but he caught my wrist, again, and yanked on it 'till we were face to face. We both smiled.

"Don't mess with me lil' girl, er else I'll hafta tell yer mama!"

"You know if you weren't my friend I'd kick you in the balls, right?"

"Heh, yeah. I know."

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Tonight we're goin' hard hard huh-huh-huh hard
Just like the world is ours ours uh-uh-uh ours
We're tearin' it apart 'part puh-puh-puh 'part
You know were super stars
We R who we R

I was ready to sing the second part of the chorus when suddenly the radio went silent. Looking to my left I saw Bryan's hand go from the volume nob back to the steering wheel. A sigh of relief came from his lips as a vein throbbed in my forehead. This guy...

"Do you mind...?"

"Do I mind what?"

"I was jammin' to that! Turn it back on!"

"One, no one says "jammin" anymore. Two, my car, my radio, my choice to turn that racket off." I folded my arms across my chest, letting out a loud "humph!".

"It is not racket it's music!" With a irritated grunt he began to turn the dial that changed the stations untill he got to one that satisfied him. Turning up the volume he sat back, smiling softly. In The End by Linkin Park was blasting through the speakers.

I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter....

My eyes wandered from the window to Bryan. His face was frozen in a look of angst, his lips mouthing the words he knew by heart. I involentarily shook my head with a grin. He was too...adorable sometimes. If I had to compare him to an animal it'd have to be cougar or moutain lion. They're real cute and look like a lot of fun to play with, but piss them off and you're as good as dead. Man I couldn't count the number of people he's beaten up for me. Anytime a gay joke pops up at my expense, he's the first to offer a punch in the face to the joker. He's always had my back ever since grade school. I guess that's why I couldn't help it when I started to grow a crush on him. I mean I'm a gay guy and he's a pretty good looking guy and a great guy friend, it's bound to happen. I'm not sure if he knows or not, I've never tried to make a move or let him on. Somedays I wish I could tell him, but somedays I wish these stupid feelings would go away. I wish I didn't think his short blonde hair was sexy, or that his lips looked perfect to kiss, or that his abbs right after gym class looked absolutely yummy. I bit my lip, all those thoughts staying right in my mind instead of going away. It was getting harder to breath. I gulped loudly. If Bryan knew what I was thinking he'd-

"D?" I gasped aloud as I came out of my trance-like state, sucking in as much air as I could considering I had all but stopped breathing. Bryan looked concerned.

"You okay buddy? We're at yer house...thought you might like to get out now. Less you wanna stay with me and my folks?" I looked down at my feet then up at him.

"Yeah...sure." He let out a light scoff.

"Drew, I was just messing around, i-it's a school night." I shrugged slightly.

"So? I'll bring my bag and some extra clothes and shower at your place, cool?" He opened his mouth but no words came out. Gritting his teeth he grabbed the steering wheel tighter murmuring.

"5 minutes. You got 5 mintues till this car leaves your driveway." My eyes widened and I hugged him tight.

"Oh thanks Bry, I could kiss you!" It might have been my imagination but I could swear I saw his face turn a little red.

"Yer wastin' time. 4 minutes and 50 seconds, 49, 48, 47...." I jolted out the car, in the house, and up to my room.

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"Lil Drew-Drew! What a pleasant surprise!" I heard the familiar thick accent and before I knew it Bryan's mom came charging and wrapped her arms around me, or at least half around me, being a large woman and what not. Though sometimes I found her a little embarrassing she was always so nice to me, even after she found out about my "situation".

"Hey Mrs. Bell...where's the mister?" She unattached herself from me and smiled brightly.

"Oh Drew-Drew, I told you before, you can call me Ms. Anne! And well I'm afraid Mr.Bell pulled a night shift, won't be home 'till sunrise..." I nodded awkwardly and looked back at Bryan to help me out. He started forward past his mom and upstairs to his room, yelling "Bye ma!" on his way up. I waved goodbye and nervously followed Bry.

"Jeez..." He sighed setting my bags down. "Can't you carry yer own stuff?" I shrugged flopping on his bed.

"Nope. I'm weak like a girl, remember?" He rolled his eyes plopping beside me.

"How many times I gotta tell ya? I was just jokin' around...you know that. And besides, you're not weak 'cause yer gay, you're weak 'cause you never work out with me at the gym!" I socked him in the ribs, knocking the wind out of him.

"How's that for weak?" I said rather cocky. He weezed a reply.

"Had it...comin'." Once the air had returned to Bry's lungs and the color to his face, he turned to face me, propping himself up on an elbow. The air started to feel a little thicker.

"Drew..." He said not excactly looking at me.

"'Sup?" I tried to sound nonchalant despite that my heart was beating a thousand times a minute.

"I...I know this is sorta random..and..I never really asked or worried about this before but...why're you....gay?" My face flushed with red and I instantly rolled over so I would't have to look at him.

"D-do we really have to talk about this...?" He scowled slightly.

"Well yeah...we're best friends and I always been cool with yer decision to live..the way you do but I really wanna know...why." There was a long silence. A good 4-5 minutes of it. Then I decided to speak.

"Well...I don't know...I was born this way. I just, find guys attractive instead of chicks." Another long silence.

"So...." Bry paused for a second, choosing his words carefully.

"Do you find...me attractive?" My stomach muscles tightened and I let out a slight groan.

"Bry-"

"Answer. Yes er no."

"Bry it's not as simple as that." I lied.

"Yes it is. Do you think I'm cute like how I think girls are cute? Or am I like...the fat chick...?" I instantly rolled around to face him and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"Bry. You will never. EVER. Be the fat chick. Your the hot hot blonde cheerleader who wears miniskirts everyday and still snaps at you when you peak under her skirt! But you're also the cute nerd girl whoose down to earth and has a personality and brains! And you're the jock girl who isn't afraid to get down and dirty and doesn't care what people think! Your everything anyone could possible want. Your....Bryan." By the time I finished my little speach my face was completely red, after all I had just poured my guts out to my straight friend! When I gained the courage to actually look at his face I saw it was red too.

"Drew I..." He cut his sentence short as he pressed his lips to mine. My eyes went wide as dinner plates. What the hell was he doing!? He can't! He's straight, h-he likes girls not me! After about 10 seconds he pulled away. I barely managed to stammer anything out.

"Duh...d-duh..you..kiss...lips...s-straight! N-no...g..gay..?" He blushed light red and he looked anywhere but at me.

"Drew that was...the nicest thing anyone ever said to me..."

"So..y-you kiss people when they say nice things!?"

"N-no! I mean...when you said that I-I had a bunch of butteflies in my stomach and...well when I'm with a girl and that happens I kiss her. I never had a guy make me feel that way so...I didn't know what to do.."

"But your straight..?" He thought for a moment and then kissed me again, deeper and longer this time. I didn't know if I was supposed to but, I closed my eyes. Hell, these were my first kisses. After a long while I pulled away from him to catch my breath, and stop my heart from beating too fast. My eyes were glued to his bed, I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"Well...I still like girls but...kissing you feels..good." My face flushed with red.

"So what does this mean...for us?"

"Well I'm straight for the most part, but I guess when it comes to you I'm just a little more fabulous~!" He made his voice go high with that last word and I couldn't help it. I laughed. I laughed for a while until Bry leaned forward and shut me up with a fabulous kiss.