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A Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson 70
I wanted to slow time but it seemed the more I did, the faster it went. The alternative would be to stop doing everything and just sit back and watch Ty come in and out. The result of that would've been watching everyone scatter to the wind while I sat in a spot waiting for my own Doomsday. Well, that wasn't meant to happen. The weekend was packed. On Friday, Ty spent the day with Caleb and Tristan. Caleb and his mom were moving up North and they wanted to spend some time with him. I was invited to have lunch at Lisa's.
I drove over to her house, thinking to be respectable so I wore seersucker shorts and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up two notches. Ty came up with this as you're already aware. It was a really noble look.
Lisa opened the door and ushered me into the large foyer.
"Jo-shu-a!" she exclaimed. "Hey, hey!" she said with a laugh and gave me a hug. She checked out my attire and smiled. "Damn you look good," she said.
"Lisa?" said a quiet voice from up above. I looked up and saw Mrs. Buxtehude standing on the balcony.
"Hello Mrs. B!" I said with a wave. She blushed.
"How I love having a nickname!" she said in a high pitched voice. Lisa gave a half smile.
"Is there any woman you can't win over?" she asked.
"I'm good with mom's!" I said.
"You two have a lovely lunch," Mrs. B said as Lisa led me to the back of her house. We walked past the kitchen and into the glass room, known as the solarium. A table was set for lunch but Lisa led me to a sofa.
"Josh, why is it going so fast?" she asked.
"You noticed that too, huh?" I responded. The maid brought in two glasses of some punch. I tasted ginger ale, mango, and a little cherry.
"Fuck, this is good," I said having given it a taste. After more chit chat and a refill of that amazing drink, the maid brought in two plates. There were toasted sandwiches with turkey, cheese, cucumber slides and some very spicy mustard.
"Strange," I said, helping Lisa with her chair then taking my own. And to be honest, the sandwich was amazing. It was sweet and bitter and fresh too. I had to laugh.
"Josh, you act like you've never had a sandwich. It's French!" said said.
"Well, what do you call a ham and cheese?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and we talked more.
"Josh, you know you're special." I nodded. "I mean it, silly!" she said. "You did a lot for us this year. You changed things and stirred up things. I think you caused a ruckus or two." This time I rolled my eyes. "But Josh, one of the things I have to thank you for is Ginny. She and I went out last night and had a "Bon farewell" and I have to tell you, it was quite emotional."
"Really? Where did you go?" I asked.
"We started at the Tapas place downtown then went to a poetry reading. It was really amazing," Lisa said.
"A poetry reading? Fuck that," I said. "I would rather bleed out in the tub!"
"Josh, this is serious and I need you to stop acting like a fuckhead!"
"Ok," I said.
"Ginny, well, she and I never spent five minutes together but we have spent a lot of time together this past semester and she has been a friend like I have never had. I want you to know that this has been, well, so different for me. Having a true sistah! Thank you, Josh. You just walked in, slapped some cheap jeans on me and introduced me to one of the smartest girls in the class. How do you do it?" she asked, with a sly grin.
"I didn't mean to," I said, honestly. I really haven't done much with purpose except, um, Ty."
"What are you going to do about that?" she asked.
"Not going down that rabbit hole today!" I said.
"You two enjoying the sandwiches?" piped Mrs. Buxtehude, coming into the solarium to water some plants.
"Yes ma'am," I said. "Delish!" Lisa kicked my leg under the table.
"Josh, how is Tyson doing? Is he keeping busy?" Mrs. B asked.
"Oh yes ma'am. The diversity project is taking a lot of time and I think he and Mom are working on his online store tomorrow. He's definitely busy."
"Online store?" Mrs. B asked.
"Ty runs an antique store online. He stocks up on local finds, cleans them up, and posts them online. I think he does well," Lisa said.
"Really?" Mrs. B said with surprise.
"Oh he does," I replied. "I think he's branching out because Mrs. Chatley convinced him to take some of her ball gowns and post them to make room for new ones so he's getting into that tomorrow."
"Ball gowns?" Mrs. B said with interest.
"Mrs' Chatley and some of the ladies were complaining they didn't know what to do with them because they couldn't wear them again and they didn't want to throw them out so Ty agreed to take photos and offer them online. He thinks he can move them quickly." Lisa was smiling so big.
"Ball gowns, you say. Well I have ball gowns!" said Mrs. Buxtehude. "Come with me," she said. Lisa exited her chair quickly with excitement.
"Yeah, love looking at some gowns! Come on Josh!" she snapped and grabbed my hand, led me to the back stairs, trying to catch up to her mother, whose fit legs were carrying her fast up the stairs. They led me down a long hallway into what might have been a bedroom. Mrs. Buxtehude opened the door and revealed a room full of dresses. I became dizzy, almost falling to one side. If I had died and went to hell, I would've been required to pass through this room to get there! I didn't say that out loud though.
There were lots of dresses hanging on rods. Little tiny dresses to big, plush dresses.
"It's our collection!" said Lisa.
"But it's overrun," said Mrs. Buxtehude, touching some of them with fondness. "I would mind having Tyson come this way. There are a few of these that might enhance his channel," Mrs. Buxtehude said with a grin. I laughed.
"You didn't think I had cool points, did you?" she exclaimed. Lisa and I screamed with laughter being so caught off guard. "The fact is, there are subtleties that make a designer's dress unique and qualitative," she said. "I would be happy to show him some of these things. It might help the advertisement," Mrs. B suggested.
"Oh mom, what a great idea. I don't need any of these prom dresses!" Lisa said.
"Agreed. Can you send him our way?" Mrs. Buxtehude asked.
"I think I definitely should!"
Lisa and I finished with banana cream pie and I headed back home. With no one around, and the house being quiet, I took a nap. It was a good nap too, the kind where you wake up and don't know where you are. But I knew where I was in an instant because I heard Ty on the phone in his room. He and Caleb's day must have come to an end. But, he sounded panicked. I crawled out of the bed and walked into his room. He put his finger to his mouth signaling me to keep quiet. He was just finishing the call when he said, "Don't worry, Gigi. You'll be ok. I know it," and the phone went dead. He looked at me with some concern.
"Gig's sick," he said. "I'm worried."
"What's wrong with her?" I asked.
"She's having stomach pain. Not like upset stomach. They're taking her in for tests in the morning," Ty said. I put my arms around him. When it comes to Gigi, that's a very soft subject for him. We heard mom clamoring in from work. She tended to get out a little early on Fridays. She told the mayor she had a boiling point and it was almost there by Friday afternoons. We went downstairs. Ty leapt into action helping sort out the thawed pork and vegetables that was going to be our dinner. I wasn't starved after lunch at Lisa's but I would eat anyway.
Mom asked about my lunch and Ty's day with Caleb.
"I'm happy for him in a way," Ty said. "He really needs a fresh start and his mom is wore out with his dad. Sorry to see him go, though."
Soon, Dad came through the door and after baking and boiling and what not, we were having Friday night dinner.
"It's so hot out, my appetite seems drained," said Bill, picking around at the pork chops.
"I agree," I said.
"Dad, do you think Gigi has something serious?" asked Ty.
"I don't know,"Bill said calmly. "She's had tummy issues before. Let's see what the tests say. It might be a good time for you and I to pay a quick visit. What do you think?" Bill asked. Ty's eyes grew wide and he smiled.
"Yep, I need a vacation. This summer hasn't seemed like vacation at all!"
"So glad you need a vacation after all those hard working days," mom said with a laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" snapped Ty. "I have been working. Keith Burch is going to work me to death!"
"Yes, you're right," mom said. "I didn't think. You have been putting in the hours but it's just because the school year kicks off with the program. Once everything starts back, it will be easier," mom offered. Ty seemed really edgy. I hoped he wasn't about to have another problem.
"Speaking of," said Bill, "did you talk to Coach Peter about getting back on the tennis team? Some time outside might do you good and you're always sharp when you're being athletic,"Bill suggested. I cracked up.
"How is it "speaking of" from Ty's diversity project to playing tennis?" Ty chuckled for a minute and said, "I wasn't going there. Glad you did!"
"Oh God, you two," Bill said with a sigh.
"Hell yeah, I asked him!. Peter Peter penis eater!" Ty snarled
"Ty!" barked mom.
"I should say," said Bill. I cracked up again.
"Well he said I could join back but I would have to start back at the bottom. Everyone is "comfortable in their seats and it wouldn't be fair to unseat everyone!" Ty barked.
"That sounds reasonable," said Bill. "What difference does it make what seat you play as long as you get to play?"
"Just like those damn seals at the circus, you know, the ones that play the horns. Nobody cares what tune they play as long as they play something. That it?" asked Ty. Mom's eyebrows shot straight up her forehead. I was about to crack up but it didn't seem right this time. Ty was definitely tired or something.
"Well, I have some news!" I said, changing the subject. As the table was very quiet, everyone looked at me.
"I told Lisa's mom about how you were taking on the ball gowns to resale and she has a closet full. I don't think she wants to part with all of them but some of them and Lisa has some too. Mrs. Buxtehude offered to show you the finer points of designer dresses and what makes them unique so you can market them and know what to look for in other dresses. Might not be a big deal but it seemed like a nice offer. Like when Julie Chatley taught you about antiques. Anyway..."
"Oh now that is awesome!" snapped Ty. "That would be so cool! Thank you, Josh, that was just what I needed. Tristan will go ballistic when he hears!" Ty jumped up from the table and ran up the backstairs to his room. Mom, dad, and I just watched him trail upstairs with no "excuse me" or anything.
"Nice Josh," said Bill.
:"What did I do?" I asked.
"That is how we are going to get him through it. Nicely done."
"I don't understand," I said. Bill stood up. "Why don't you join me in the study, Josh. Let me explain the finer points of things. Honey, you got the dishes? Sorry to leave you with them," Bill said.
"Josh can help me when he's done with your conversation," mom said with a snicker. My stomach dropped and I was sure I was in trouble. When Bill starts talking about finer points, somebody is in for it.
I took a seat on the leather sofa in his study. He poured himself a small bourbon. He looked at the bottle and at me and poured me one too. He handed me the heavy crystal glass.
"Just a little something, man to man," Bill said.
"Josh, I'm going to say a few things and if you want to respond at the end, please feel free to do so. I need to get this out. Understand?" Bill said, taking a seat beside me. I nodded and sipped the bourbon.
"Your mother and I have given serious thought to the changes that are coming. I don't worry about you at all heading off to college. I think you are going to do amazing things. It was sometime last winter I told you I wanted to see your feet on the ground and your eyes on the ball. I have seen that. You have surpassed my expectations these past few months. You have an incredible journey. Do you know what distinguishes eagles from other birds, Josh?" he asked. I nodded that I didn't.
"While most birds fly away from the storm, the eagle is willing to fly into it, if it increases his chances of success, namely, getting his prey. I am expecting you to be the eagle. Fly into it, you get me?" he asked. I nodded that I did understand this time.
"Good analogy," I offered.
"Don't interrupt me," Bill said. I chuckled. "Ty, on the other hand, isn't quite as fearless. What you did tonight plays into our strategy. Keeping Ty busy is the name of the game. That dress thing was perfect timing. We want to occupy his time, to keep him distracted, and even wear him out if we need to. Your leaving for college, Josh, well it's going to hurt and I'm not going be a hard ass about it. I feel for him. I feel for you. So, if you feel we're pushing him hard, don't interfere. If you have some concern, bring it to me or your mom. Got it?" Bill asked.
"Yes sir, I do and I don't blame you. I just worry after what all happened..."
"The doctor said not to worry. Ty can handle quite a lot of activity and his varied interests play right into our hands. If we leave him alone too much, he could become distressed or even depressed about your leaving, especially when the time comes. But we have a plan. Your mom is going to be admittedly busy with work and well, I'm being installed as the Club President at the January Ball. There's going to be a lot of demands on us which goes for you too. But, we have a plan so there is no need to worry. Ok?"
"Yes sir. I understand. Club President? Wow."
I was nominated last year and the voting was completed last month so it's official. It's a respectable thing. I'm looking forward to it. I've been on the Board for years so there are no surprises. How do you feel? What are you thinking these days?" Bill asked.
"You know, Dad, I feel like I'm "on parade" til the end or something like that. I'm having these events that feel like the end of days. Last this and last that, last lunch with Lisa, last night on the river with Bryce, last dinner with Ginny. It's hard to put it in perspective." I leaned back on the couch and took another sip of the bourbon, feeling reflective.
"The perspective is this, Josh. You're ready. You're seeing the change from this life to the next with honor and respect. You're showing "your love," I guess you'd say, to people who have meant a lot to you this past year and in doing so, you're transitioning to the next thing. They, if I'm not mistaken, are doing the same thing. It's called the rite of passage."
"Well, that makes sense. So I should enjoy the parade, so to speak?"
"Eat it up, Josh, then fly your smart ass out into the storm. Get those degrees, pass the Bar exam, and set yourself up with a prosperous future!" and he raised his glass to me. I raised mine and we clinked glasses.
"I better not hear about you hooking up with the cows from Virginia Tech!" Bill said, and I almost spit my bourbon out of my mouth.
When I went upstairs, Ty was talking to Tristan on the phone and they were making plans. I guessed from the conversation that they were going out tomorrow to look for things for the online store and mom was going with them. She wanted to get out of the house which I thought was really cool of her. I texted Ford and confirmed we were meeting at the football field and he said "Hell yeah, I mean, please?" I cracked up.
Once the lights were off, only the tv was playing. We were cuddled in his bed and neither of us felt sexual but it didn't matter. Just cuddling with him and watching him fall asleep was so peaceful. It relaxed me into sleep.
Saturday was an amazing day. The humidity dropped just a bit and there was a breeze. I felt so energized. I went for a short run with Bryce through the park and then later met Ford Fisher at the high school football field. Ford wanted to hang out and show me some of his moves, test a few plays, and maybe, just show off but I don't think it was showing off. I think it was just showing, having a witness, someone to get some support from. I totally understand when you're taking on a role at the top of the game, everyone has opinions but not the skill to back them up.
He threw passes and I ran and caught them. I positioned myself in certain places and had him throw to other places to demonstrate his aim. After watching his face, I could tell when he squinted the right eye, he was compensating for the left. It was a great tactic because he placed the ball exactly where I instructed him to do.
Finally, being worn out, we collapsed onto the grass to let the breeze cool us down.
"So?" he asked.
"What?" I said.
"What do you think?"
I remained quiet for a minute. He looked so hopeful.
"To tell you the truth, Fisher, I wasn't sure what to expect when I came out here. You're not the biggest guy on the field. You're lanky and well, your vision, it worries me."
"Oh shit," he hissed. "Was it that bad?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Fuck dude, I think you're the real mccoy! You just might take it all the way this year. You have it!" I exclaimed. His face beamed and he fell back into the grass laughing.
"I thought for sure you were going to say I sucked!" he squealed.
"Well, you do, actually. But that has nothing to do with the football!" and he screamed with laughter and so did I.
"The squint thing you do, that's because of the..." and I pointed to my left eye, not knowing how to say it.
"Yeah, of course. I have contacts you know but it will never be perfect so I have learned, like using a scope on a rifle, how to compensate."
"It works for you. I'm glad you figured that out because...well, so can't they fix it, I mean, your eye?" I asked awkwardly.
"They did," he moaned. "When I was little they did a surgery and it snapped right back. My mom was really upset about it. They just figured I would have to work it out as I grew up."
"You have. Does anyone give you crap about it?" I asked.
"They used to until I put an ass whipping on one of them. That ended that!"
"Good for you! What about the other thing, being gay?"
"I have taken less shit about that but I don't know how it's going to be as quarterback."
"I could have set the stage for you on that point but I was a chicken shit and didn't admit to my sexuality. Still haven't, really. You're set up pretty good. Remember, you're the leader. You tell them how it will be, not the other way around."
"Yeah, I know what Bryce and his friends did for the team years ago and I'm hoping that will stick. That's why Ty wants me to help kick off his Dive-In program."
"That's a great chance for you to spell it out. Football is football and that has nothing to do with sucking big dicks," I said. Ford laughed but I think the tease kind of turned us both on. "You doing any dating?" I asked.
"Nah man, not into that. I've done some hookups to be honest and they were all good but I'm not ready for hand holding shit on Main Street. You know?"
"I got you there, brother. When "the one" comes along and you can't help yourself, that's when you can do whatever you want. Everything else is just fake or going through the motions. Speaking of that, I know someone who thinks you're super cute. I'm not saying he's "the one" but he is very interested."
"Did he happen to be at your party?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Is his name Ricky Rose?" Ford said with a "we want to know" look. I cracked up.
"I figured. The thing is," and I thought I knew what he was going to say about being busy but that wasn't it at all. "The thing is I would totally tap that!" and my mouth dropped open in total surprise.
"Ford!" I barked.
"Well I can't help it. He's cute as all hell and have seen that booty? I jacked off three times thinking about that. Damn!" he said in a high pitched voice. I had to regain my composure.
"First of all, Ricky is a very dear friend to Ty and me." I filled him in on what had happened between him and his cousins and after getting strong and confident, stood up on the high school stage and pointed the fingers at them, landing them in juvenile detention. Now Ford looked surprised. "So the jizz of the story is Ricky is not a fuck toy. He is special," and while I did not comment on our threesome activity, I still didn't consider Ricky a fuck toy. Those feelings and emotions had been brewing for a long time. It was a hell of a night and don't think bad of it at all. In fact, I wish Ty would get it together with him again. Ricky was so sexy amazing.
"I wouldn't think so either and I guess if you do anything wrong to him, you have Jordan to contend with!" said Ford with a wide-eyed expression.
"You better believe it. He adores his cousin Ricky. I'm just saying, if you want to hang out with someone, he's great. But, he lives out in the country a bit. I warned him that once football season starts, your time will be limited. He said he understood."
"Thanks for warning him. I do believe that I'm going to be out of commission on the social front once we start in. But hey, what's a Sunday afternoon or something?" Ford asked, trying to give the idea some notion."
"That's right. You do what you think is right. Just be upfront with him. He can take it. He seems boyish and all but he understands the athlete's life."
"You worry at all about people knowing and giving you shit? I mean they know I'm gay but I have turned that attention to guys I like yet. Is that how it is with you and Ty?" he asked.
"I used to be afraid but I'm not anymore. People can take it or leave it. I love him," and I don't know why but it felt so amazing saying it to someone new, someone who didn't have a history with us.
"That's so fucking amazing. When I build up a little more, I might get more attention. Right now, I kinda wonder, well, I'm not the cutest guy in the room," and he gestured to his left eye.
"Hey, you cut that shit right now!" I ordered. "That eye does not detract from you one bit. In fact, I think it gives you a, um, um, a distinction. And when you whipped out that monocle the other night, well, that was brilliant. You are the cutest guy in the room and you're going to be sought after big time. Just be ready," I said.
"Do you think so?" he asked.
"If I was "Ty-ed down", I said using finger quotes, which made Ford smile," I would take a pass at you. You know, get a "blow and go" sort of thing." Without any warning, he drew back and punched my arm.
"Ow!" I barked, rubbing my arm.
"It would be you doing the "blowing and going" sort of thing, just so you know!" and we laughed.
"Come here," I said, and he scooted next to me. I put my arm around him and he put his arm around me. I hugged him and it was so innocent. He was really like a little brother.
"Josh, I wish I had known you sooner. You are so, so cool," he whispered.
"Sorry girls, didn't mean to interrupt but..." and we were interrupted by a guy's voice. I looked up to see one of the up and coming seniors from the team.
"Carson, what the fuck are you doing?" He looked totally surprised.
"Sorry, um, Josh, I didn't know it was you. Sorry about that, well, I was rude."
"Shut up," I said. "Your new captain and I were having a bonding moment. You got a problem with that?" I barked. Ford looked like he was going to pop a vein from trying not to laugh.
"No sir and I suspect he'll be all the better for it!" Carson said as I stood up from the ground. I shook his hand and he gave me a half hug.
"You doing alright, Warner?" he said. "What do you mean, captain?"
"I'm going great. Counting the days to Virginia," I said.
"Dude, you're gonna rock," Carson said, taking a step back. Carson would appear to people who didn't know him, like a numbskull. He was bulky but not overweight. His hair was short, like a country boy. He had the "resting bitch face" normally but when he smiled, he made you want to party. .
"Thanks Carson. You know Ford. He's going out for quarterback and from what I've seen today, I think he's got it."
"You think so?" Carson asked. "Cuz we sure as hell need one. I thought about it but I can't throw long. Hey Ford," Carson said, helping Ford up off the ground.
Ford looked at the football. He picked it up and positioned it in his hand.
"Carson, you need to run! The ball is coming straight to you! Run!" Ford yelled.
"Huh?" Carson said.
"When the fucking captain says run, you get to steppin'!" screamed Ford. Carson looked surprised then took off running down the field. I watched in anticipation as Ford watched carefully, seeing the direction and angle Carson was jogging. He leaned back and with a whip of his arm, which was incredibly sharp, let the ball fly. My knees were practically shaking and with a light crisp snap, the ball landed in Carson's arms and he ran the short distance to the goal line. He jumped up and down and acted like he had just scored the winning touchdown.
"Bryce Chatley," I said.
"I remember the play well," Ford said. "It was one of Bryce's best moments."
We watched Carson do his dance and what now and I looked at Ford and said, "That is living proof, just like those stupid golfers who stand around pretending they like they have a club in hand, you know?" Ford laughed and said yep. "That when you put a football in a football player's hand, he's in the game, even if there isn't one!"
Carson brought us the ball back and he had worked up a big sweat from the run.
"Great run, Carson. You put it out there this Fall. I will be here, hopefully, to see some of the wins." Carson bro-fisted us each and headed off. He turned back and gave Ford a thumbs up signal. I nodded to Ford.
"Ty and I are meeting for dinner at the Thai place. Want to meet us, join us?" I asked.
"Oh God year. I have no plans tonight but I need to go home and clean up. I'm a hot mess."
"You're a hot something but I agree about the mess!" I said. Ford laughed and we walked back to our cars.
Ty was coming out of the shower when I slipped and took off my sweaty clothes.
"I can smell you from here!" he said, stepping from the shower.
"No you can't. You're just making that up," and I swatted him with my t-shirt. He jumped back.
"Eww! Keep that rodent away from me!" I turned the water back on.
"How was the shopping day?" I asked.
"We found some very cool things. Mom was pretty awesome. She actually has a good eye. I hope she doesn't want a cut. She was just along for moral support!" he said, styling his hair.
"I've invited someone to dinner with us. I hope it's ok," I said, letting the shampoo wash from my hair.
"So have I," Ty replied. "I bet I can guess. Mr. Fisher will be joining us?" he said with a sarcastic tone.
"Yep."
"I'm so glad you invited him. I need to spend some more time with him. How did it go today?"
"He's amazing. I am really proud of him."
"That's great to hear. I invited Beau. Poor thing isn't getting out much."
"That's ok with me," I said. It was so nice, being like a regular couple.
"Hey Josh, I have to talk to you about something," Ty said. I was drying off so I stepped out of the shower. "Dad said Gigi is going to have surgery and he needs to be there. He and I are driving down there tomorrow."
"Huh? Is it serious? Why do you have to go?" I asked.
"Well, it is a little serious. She has a blockage and it's getting worse not better. Also, dad thought it would be a good chance to take another small break and it would totally cheer Gigi up. It would me too," he said. "Tell me you're not mad. I know it's more time away."
"Ty! This is family and she's your Gigi. It will blow her mind to see you and yeah, another short break might be good. I'll be ok. I have the pool with Tristan and Jack tomorrow, dinner with Ginny Monday and Bryce and Kyle on Tuesday. Fucking busy as hell! I said.
"And WE have Bryce on Thursday and Friday at the river house," and he raised one eyebrow because he knew that I knew what that meant. We were giving it up to Bryce Chatley and his life would be complete with that. Bryce had been there for me from the beginning. He had been a protective force for Ty and his friends for years. He was hot and struggling with his sexuality. Ty and I had agreed and little side fun would do him some good and it wouldn't hurt our feelings at all.
"Josh, your departure is a little more than a week away. I hate to miss three days..."
"Ty, we have forever! Go see Gigi and let me handle all these "goodbye" dinners." He kissed me and he tasted good. I would have to get in some loving time with him tonight knowing this.
Ty and I drove downtown in Ty's car to our favorite Thai restaurant. Ford was waiting for us at the restaurant.
"Where did you find parking?" asked Ty as we entered. We drove around twice and finally found something."
"I just used the parking garage. It's free on Saturday!" Ty looked at me.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know. Sorry!"
"You two are totally married!" Ford said more emphatically than he needed to.
The waitress was just about to seat us when Beau came rambling in.
"Hey Ty, hey guys," he said to Ford and me. "I didn't know you were coming. That's so cool!" he said. The waitress finally showed up to the table. The dinner was great. We got in some good talk and jabs. Tyh and I became very aware that Beau and Ford were having a lot of side conversation. While Ty tried to cut in a couple of times, a few minutes later, they were back at it.
By the time we were ready to call it a night as there wasn't much else to do and Ty needed to get home, Ford and Beau looked at us sheepishly and said their goodnights. I knew, well Ty and I knew, a hookup was happening tonight. "Interesting," I said on the way back to the car. Ty laughed.