Mr. Lone Boy /BoyxBoy/

||Twenty-six||

Tom's eyes widened and he begged with his eyes not to say anything.

I sighed. "Because I love you guys so so much and I could not pass an opportunity to hang out with you like this one."

"Third wheeler."

I scoffed. "Ian will be there too!"

"Ian has a boyfriend."

"Oh yeah, I completely forgot," I said, sarcastically, ignoring the twinge of guilt that tugged at my conscience.

"Shut up!" Tom yelled. "Or I swear neither of you will sleep tonight."

I winced at the sharp tone of his voice. "Okay, mom."

Tom rolled his eyes. "Lame."

"Bottom."

He gasped. "Please! As if you would ever top!"

"I would so top!"

"Fat chance!"

The van suddenly squealed and I had to hold on to the chair in front of me for dear life as it came to a sudden halt.

"What the hell, Jesse!"

"If you don't stop bickering like girls, no one will be going anywhere, got it?"

Tom and I both grumbled but didn't say anything.

"For the record," Jesse added. "Both of you could never top."

"Whatever," Tom spat. "There's nothing wrong with being a bottom anyway."

I just stared outside the window and tried not to throw myself out through the door.

"Hey, Ian, we're outside."

Tom had his phone on speaker, and the phone went silent for a few seconds.

"What?" Ian mumbled, sounding like he wasn't even awake.

"It's almost nine AM...Did I just wake you up?"

"...No?"

I stifled a laugh.

Tom sighed. "How long will you take?"

"A few minutes."

"Can you be a little more specific?"

"Twenty minutes?"

"Alright. We'll get you something to eat meanwhile."

"Thanks."

Tom hung up and sighed. "Maybe we should just call the whole thing off. It's already gotten out of hand."

I rolled my eyes. "We'll be fine. Let's get him something to eat."

"Like what?"

"I don't know."

"You always hang out with him! How can you not know?"

"Pizza?"

"It's not even nine AM."

Beer.

I shuddered.

"Fruit salad," I said.

"That's all?"

"Why don't you ask him?"

"He's not picking up!"

"Just get him anything."

Tom grumbled but we eventually found a coffee shop near by.

"Who's volunteering?" he asked.

"You," I said.

I heard him un-buckle his seat belt. "Why do I always agree to this?"