Chapter Three: Killjoy
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to apologize and I ended up watching you. Dance?" he asked.
"Yes, dance. It's a bit different from your line dancing isn't it?"
"I don't think 'different' even describes it."
"Anyway. You're here for an apology. I can already tell you that I don't accept it."
"Can't I at least try and--"
"No, you can't. You don't deserve to apologize."
"I don't deserve?"
"Correct. Because you deserve an apology from me. I never should of yelled at you or accuse you of making wrong decisions. You're the only one who can make the right or wrong decisions. No one can tell you different. I guess I was just--"
"You were just homesick and you had no other way of venting so you took it out on me. It's fine. It must be rough. What you're going through is nothing I have ever been through so I wouldn't know what you're going through."
I looked at him. I was perplexed. Didn't think he would put that much thought into things.
"My mom told me everything."
Well at least he's honest though he lacks some major backbone.
"So I guess you don't want to talk to me anymore, I get it. Even though you're the one who apologized. I still feel as if I'm the one who was at fault," he said with a teardrop leaking through. "I'm sorry."
"Wait!" I yelled.
"What?" Lucas asked as he rubbed his eyes.
"I know that this is supposed to be some sentimental moment but why the hell are you crying? You're such a wimp."
"I-I."
"Look you're cute I can agree with that, but if you cry over spilled milk you become less my type."
"You think I'm cute?" he laughed.
Great. In an attempt to get this kid to smile I confess my feelings for him. I'm such a sap.
"Anything else you want to reveal about us?"
There's an `us'? Wait I'm getting way too ahead of myself.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," I retaliated.
"If you say so."
"What does that mean?"
"Well uh, you kinda have--"
"Is there something on me?"
"Oh, it's defiantly on you."
"Well--get it off!"
"I'm not going to touch it."
"Just slap it!"
"That will make things worse I'm sure."
"Well maybe I can do it myself."
"Hopefully not when I'm here," Lucas mumbled.
"Describe it. What does it look like?"
"Uh from what I can see from the corner of my eye it's log--I mean it's long."
"Longer than a snake? Holy shit is it a snake?" I asked freaking out.
"You can call it snake but it's not. Um it's defiantly not soft."
"I don't know anything that's like a snake but it's hard."
"Think about it. Something long and hard and it leaks like it is right now."
So here I am thinking about it and it hits me. Damn I'm so stupid. I look down for a split second and notice that my penis was fully erect. I guess it was a bad idea to shorts today let alone shorts that showed pretty much my male anatomy.
"I think it's smart if you go home now."
"I'd like to but--"
I have a boner and he doesn't want to go home? Holy shit this boy might actually be gay, bi, or maybe even curious.
"My mom told me to sleep over here so we can bond."
Another killjoy. Can't this guy just lie for once.
"Well um just stay here and I'm going to go to my room and I guess find a way to get this down."
"I doubt you can find a way to get rid of it. The only way you can get rid of it is by going to the source."
"Lucas, if you haven't noticed. You're the source."
"I know. I have an idea."
"Don't tell me. You've suddenly started liking men and so you're going to experiment on me?"
"Not exactly. I just like to help my friends out."
"Have you ever helped out Brett like this?"
"No, because he's never been aroused with me."
"True."
"So, are you going to let me help?"
"And here I thought you were a killjoy."