Mr. Lone Boy /BoyxBoy/

||Thirty-four||

"I won't freak out, but no promises on not telling Jesse."

I sighed. "You know I'm only doing this because you're my only friend, right?"

"Wow, way to make me feel special."

"Remember the karaoke night?"

He frowned. "Yeah, you came here with Ian."

"Yeah, so we went back to my apartment and crashed there 'cause we were both too tired to do anything else."

"Okay, that sounds normal."

I nodded, slowly realizing how nervous I was. "I guess we hung out and stuff, but I was feeling down about the Jake thing and he said we should drink. He'd already gotten a few bottles of beer the other night-"

"Beer?" he scrunched his nose.

"I know. It's gross."

He shuddered. "Go on."

I explained to him that Ian had taken a few more drinks than he should have.

"He was drunk?"

"Yeah," I said.

"What did he do?"

I looked down at the tea in my hands, watching the liquid swirl with every movement.

"He...pushed me against the kitchen counter and kissed me."

Silence.

Then, "You're joking."

"I'm serious."

"Holy-...what the hell? Is he crazy?"

"He was drunk."

"Well, what did you do?"

I looked down again.

"Were you also drunk?"

"No."

"You kissed him back," he stated.

"Yeah," I said quietly.

"Shit."

I nodded grimly.

"Wait...this was before the camping trip. You two...Nate!"

I reluctantly looked up and instantly regretted doing so. He looked horrified.

"Did you have sex?"

"No!"

"You shared a tent."

"You did too!"

"Yeah, with my boyfriend. Ian isn't your boyfriend, is he?"

"No."

"Shit."

"Stop saying that!"

"Sorry, but are you out of your mind?"

"I must be," I said frustratedly as I ran my fingers through my hair.

He groaned. "You went back to his apartment, oh my gosh, Nate. Devin's your best friend."

"I know that already."

"Do you like Ian?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, I would have to if I kissed him."

"No but do you like him?"

I didn't move, I didn't dare say a word.

"What now?"

"Devin's back."

"Holy-"

"I swear, Tom, if you say that word one more time-"