From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 12: Tell Me You Fucking Need Me

—Get over it! And stop laughing...

—Never.

We arrived at the forest, i left the car hidden where always and took the groceries down. 

—See ya...

—Where you goin? 

—To the cabin? 

—None of that, come here—i sat on the grass—. Drink with me.

He looked at me without coming closer.

—Come on, i shouldn't drink all this alone. 

I heard him sighed and sat next to me, closer than last time. 

He grabbed a can of beer, made a disgusted face, and started drinking. 

—So you do need me.

And again i laughed.

—Not even a bit.

—Admit it.

—I don't have anything to admit—i kept drinking.

—Fine, you'll end up saying it anyways—he drank what was left in his can.

—What does that mean? 

He took the chocolate out of his pockets and broke it in two.

—You'll know—said and gave me one half. 

"I'll know"? What is he talking about?

—You're so weird.

—Me? You got invited to a conversion camp—he mocked.

—We got—i corrected—, stupid old woman.

—Gee, you get too irritated, you hate gays that much? —kept laughing.

—I don't give a fuck about them.

—That means you're an ally? 

—What? Ally to what? 

—Their fight...

—What fight? I don't understand what you're talking about Rogers.

He sighed again with a little smile.

Wait he sighed? What it means? Is he gay? If this chat is about him coming out of the closet, is that what it is called? I don't care.

—Are you gay? —i asked without beating around the bush. I think i was too direct. 

—Of course not! —he yelled.

Gee, who gets irritated now?

—So you're an... "ally"? That's what you said before? 

—I don't know, i never thought too much in gay people.

—Really?

—What's so surprising?! 

—I wouldn't be surprised if you were one...

—An ally or a gay?

Why am i feeling each of us is so lost? 

—Gay!

—Why you think i'd be gay?! —he frowned and his cheeks were reddish. Oh he's embarrassed.

—I don't know, is that you're too emotional... like a girl, besides you're wearing the necklace of one.

—I'm not wearing it...

—What? Why not?! —i was a little pissed. 

—Oh, look who's emotional now.

—Idiot.

We finished drinking and left, Rogers was staggering a little. 

—Are you really drunk after two cans?

—Course not! I've just never drunk beer...

I sighed.

—You really are an idiot.

—Shut up, douchebag. 

I couldn't help guffawing, "douchebag"? Impressive.

—Don't ever call me that—i threatened him, he swallowed and we continued walking.

Finally we were in front of the cabin.

—Rogers? 

—Mmhh?

—I lied...

—What you're talkin about?

—I did need you.

He didn't say anything. His big brown eyes were looking at mine.

—I didn't want to be the only one Hoodie scolded for drinking. You won. 

—It doesn't feel like a victory—his big eyes narrowed and he went inside the cabin, leaving me. 

Once again a smile showed up on my face and it vanished instantly when i realized how much i laughed today.

Why?