"I can't believe I'm here, you fucking owe me" I said to my friend Ciaran who forced me to go to that std filled destination.
"Dude, you're gonna be fine! Now go over there and talk to him, Dumbass." Ciaran pushed me in the direction that he was in.
"I-I'm not going over there" I turned around and walked towards the door.
"ian, whats wrong?"
"look."
Ciaran looked back in the direction the boy was standing in.
"oh no. I'm sorry, buddy." He frowned and patted my shoulder.
You may be wondering why I was sad or whatever. Well you see, I've liked this guy, Matt for a while. I was always scared to make a move, which I didn't see why because he was super open with his bisexuality.
Tonight was the night I decided to do something. Not exactly decided, more like forced to by my best friend. The one fucking time I was gonna make a move, I had to see him talking to this girl. She was one of those pretty, popular, stuck up girls.
"Hey, Tavia, can I talk to you outside for a second?" Ciaran rapped his arm around Tavia and headed towards the front door, letting her out first. The girl walked out, Ciaran slammed the door shut almost right away.
"Ciaran, what the hell? Why'd you do that,
man?" I sighed and facepalmed myself.
"So I could do this" he gave me a sarcastic smile and pushed me right into Matt.
There was no going back now.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, dude" I pulled away and started to walk off.
"Nah, you're good. You should come chill with me." Matt jerked his head towards the back door.
I gave Ciaran a nervous look.
"Go" He mouthed.
I flipped him off and followed Matt ...wherever we were going.
"Clifford, right?" Matt gave me a small cheeky smile as we sat at the edge of his backyard pool.
"Ew no. Well, yeah but I hate that name. Call me Ian."
"Why Ian?" The smaller boy took a sip of his alcoholic drink.
"Ian's my middle name"
"I thought it was Fernando. How strange."
Fucking shit man what if he hates me already??!! I fucked up ugh god dammit Ciaran.
"It's my second middle na- okay you know what? I know you didn't bring me out here to talk about my middle name. Why are you talking to me anyways?"
"You're feisty, that's kinda hot"
"Sorry I didn't mean to sound rude, I just got nervous, I guess." I shrugged and turned the opposite direction.
"Don't be nervous around me, I'm a wreck."
"What? Nah! I've always thought you seemed so cool and I wanted to talk to you so bad for the longest time ...I was just too scared."
"Scared? To talk to me? I'm not the person everyone sees me as."
"I'm sorry, I suck at keeping a conversation going"
"No, it's okay, babe I'm the same way."
"Babe?" I picked up the neck of my shirt and hid my small grin.
"Oh yeah, I call all my friends that."
"...Oh"
"Yeah, well it's getting late. I should shut the party down. You can stay over if you want, I'm having a few friends stay as well." He said as he played with his slightly greasy black hair ...which was ... attractive.
