"He's not even worth this effort," Taylor said as he watched me try on shirt after shirt.
I ignored his comment and grabbed another shirt from the dresser.
"Is this something you're going to do for every date?"
I held the shirt up to me and looked in the mirror.
"Stop ignoring me, Luke!"
"You're being annoying, Taylor."
"I'm being curious."
I finally turned around and gave him a flat look. "'He's not even worth this effort' is being curious?" The way I mimicked his voice made him laugh.
He shrugged. "That was just me stating my opinion."
"Well, quit it. Because it's making me want to punch you."
It went silent for a moment before Taylor said, "This is definitely the gayest I've ever seen you."
"Okay, that's it." I dropped the shirt and stormed toward the grinning Taylor.
He jumped off the bed, dodged me, and ran out of the room. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my shirt from off the floor and put it back in the drawer, settling on a nice button-up instead. After making sure I looked okay, I headed into the kitchen where I found Taylor making a sandwich.
"No, I'm going to have dinner soon." As if he didn't already know that.
He looked up and frowned, glancing down at my clothes. "That's what you're wearing?"
I looked down at my clothes. "Yes...what's wrong with it?"
"Nothing's wrong with it."
"Taylor, I swear to god if you don't tell me—"
"Nothing's wrong with it, dude! You look nice!"
"Then what's the matter?"
"I guess I was hoping you'd change your mind."
"I'm not going to."
"Fine," he mumbled, grabbing a paper towel and wrapping his sandwich up. "I'm going to take this to go."
"But you still have an hour before the warm-up."
"Yeah" was his response as he grabbed a soda and headed out of the kitchen. I followed him to the front door where he finally turned around. "Have fun on your date."
"Good luck," I replied.
A strange look flashed on his face, but he quickly looked away as he mumbled something incoherent and walked out of the house. I went back into my room and sprayed myself with cologne. Is it really such a big deal if I miss one stupid game? He sure acted like it was. I had always been at every game—whether I was playing or not—but breaking routine once in my life wasn't going to hurt anything. I was tired of doing everything based on him; I needed my own life.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. Why had he given me that look? Is he trying to make me feel guilty? Because it's working. Jerk. I shook my head. No, my life can't revolve around Taylor. I am going on that date and I am going to enjoy it!
"I like your shirt," Landon said as I stepped out of the house and followed him to his car.
"Thanks." I gave him a half-hearted smile.
"I thought we could go to dinner and catch a movie tonight."
"Sounds perfect." I hoped I sounded enthusiastic. My mind had been on nothing but Taylor since the moment he left the house—or entered my life for that matter—and I was still having a hard time shaking him from my thoughts.
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I Love You, StupidRomance
Luke has been in love with his best friend, Taylor, for too long now and it's getting difficult to be around him. He knows it's time to move on and find someone who can make him happy, but he feels like that will never happen, not with the way Taylo...