Catch My Dreams (ongoing and EDITING)

Chapter 27: I'm Not Against Gay Guys

Chapter 27: I'm Not Against Gay Guys

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Sierra's P.O.V.

Guys, I'm dubbing this a failed mission.

The party had been going on for...30 minutes? Connor hadn't even looked at me.

What a jerk.

You hurt him, my inner voice taunted, you went all S-bitchy and broke his heart.

I snorted, "Yeah right, as if his heart can actually be broken."

"Who are you talking to?" An unfamiliar chuckle sounded behind me.

A warm, tanned face greeted my eyes.

"Hey," I smiled at the brown-eyed boy, "Um, I wasn't," I motioned with my fingers, "Talking to anyone."

He looked amused, handing me a red plastic cup, "So you were chatting with yourself?"

Taking the cup, I laughed, "Pretty much."

"Interesting," he grinned.

We fell into silence as I sipped the beer and everything got a little awkward.

"So uh..." he began, while at the same time I started, "Were you looking for someone?"

He smirked, "Were you?"

"Nah," I glanced at Connor - who was laughing and drinking with Jackson, "not really."

"I saw you looking at the Matthews guy," he stated, casting a swift glance at Connor, "for at least 10 times since you got here."

To alleviate the whole embarrassing situation, I twisted the subject, "So you had been stalking me ever since I got here?"

He smirked, "Pretty much."

"I'm Sierra," I held out my free hand.

He tilted it until the back was facing him and he brushed his lips over it, leaving the skin tingling, "Pleasure to meet you. Name's Tan."

"Tan?" I cocked my head, "abbreviation for another name?"

Tan's brown eyes glinted, "Just Tan. My aunt gave me this name."

"It's a great name," I smiled.

"Thank you," he chuckled, "and would you like to sit and chat or go grooving on the dance floor?"

I laughed at his flirting, "You choose for me, dear sir."

He tugged my hand, "Allow me, my fair lady."

Finally, the moment he lead me away, I felt Connor's gaze burning mega-sized craters on my back. Finally.

I held back a smirk. Oh, Connor, you're so going down.

"Hey hottie," a slurred, high-pitched voice squeaked as a hand clamped over Tan's shoulder, "I'm free tonight."

He was a guy.

I mean the owner of the anime voice.

He was a guy with gelled black hair and mascara-ed blue eyes.

"Uh...um," Tan looked so flustered that it was hilarious.

I bit back a laugh as the gay guy's hands roamed over Tan's broad chest.

Ooh, yeah he obviously worked out. But he wasn't exceptionally tall, maybe a few inches taller than me.

Unlike Connor.

Shut up, he's like a giant.

An undeniably dashing giant.

Yeah, right, and you like him.

He likes me too.

I don't think so.

Who cares what you think?!

You do.

And why is that?

Because basically, I'm you.

"Shut up!" I screeched out loud, earning a few weird stares from around the room.

I blushed sheepishly, "Sorry."

Uh oh.

The gay guy started sniffing, tears welling in his eyes.

"Oh God," I rummaged in my bag for a packet of Kleenex, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't yelling at you, I got lost in thought and was talking to..."

Myself.

Right, I seriously need a dreamcatcher.

He took the thin white sheet, shook it and daintly folded it into a square then dabbed his moist eyes.

"It's alright, girl, all is good," he patted his heart, "I'm okay."

I giggled, "That's...great."

I peeked at Tan, who was shaking with silent laughter.

Sticking my tongue out at him, I mouthed, "Damn you."

He smirked at pinched my nose, I swatted his hand away.

I got nervous when the gay guy started blowing his nose, who knew if he might get upset again?

"Wanna get some punch?" I offered.

The gay guy shook his head, "I'm over it. I want him." He pointed at Tan.

"Sorry, pal," Tan's deep voice interrupted, his arm coming around my shoulders, "I'm with her."

"The hell you are," an angry growl came from behind us.

All three of us turned to Connor, whose eyes were brightened by alcohol and his cheeks flushed.

"Get away from her," he threatened.

Tan snorted, "Relax, man, she's all yours."

The gay guy wasn't helping at all, "So are you with him or him?" He gestured at Tan and Connor respectively.

I took a deep breath, "Neither, maybe I'm with you."

The gay guy's eyes fell, "I want them."

"I know," I patted his head, "but we can hang out, what's your name?"

Connor and Tan gawked at us, their mouths hanging open.

The gay guy looped his arm around mine and grinned, "George."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, George."

I'm not against gay guys.

I mean, come on, they're still people. And it's natural to fall in love with any other person - I'm not saying that I am one but really - would you rather seeing two men killing each other than holding hands in public?

Some people say gay guys make the best friends for girls.

Maybe George could be my best friend.

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