Art Class

Part 2

"Holy shit. No way," Elliot said, sliding off my bed and sitting on the ground next to me. "Dude, that's awesome! You can be the gay best friend!"

Elliot had been my best friend ever since I switched schools. We immediately befriended each other after I saw the trans pride pins on his backpack. He was really sweet and considerate. I loved him. Rolling my eyes, I said, "Dude, we both are the gay best friends, remember?" I punched his shoulder lightly.

"Well, I mean, yes. Technically, you're the pansexual  best friend, but whatever." He pointed out. "Anyway... what does she look like? Is she pretty?"

"Yep, and totally, totally out of my league." I sighed, picking at the hem of my shirt. 

"I'm sure she likes you. I mean, you asked to get her number, and she accepted it, right? That must mean something good is happening."

"Ok, but 1. she may have just been being nice, 2. she could have taken it as a "Let's be friends" kind of thing, and 3. she may be straight."

"True. But every relationship has to start somewhere, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I fell silent, and when I looked up, Elliot looked at me and said, "Look, I'm sure that even if she doesn't like you, you two can be friends. And maybe that's enough."

"Yeah."

"Ok. Umm, quick question: Do you want to eat an entire bag of candy now?" He said, shaking a bag of Jolly Ranchers.

"Hell yeah," I said, and we sat down to watch a movie and get ourselves sick.