I Wish You Were Gay

1. I only have eyes for him

Isaac

As I was tapping my foot anxiously waiting for Tyler to finish his shower and head out to his football practice, I screamed.

"Fucking hurry Tyler! You're going to be late!!" 

"No we're not, just calm your nerves I'm almost done." he laughed.

As always. This kept happening. This wasn't the first time I was waiting for Tyler to get ready. I still don't know how he does it. This makes me feel nauseous so I stoop up to get close to his nightstand and grab the photo he had on it. 

His dad looked so young and joyful. It must've been hard for him. He loved his dad so much, and he still does. I gave a faint smile remembering those days. 

"I'm here." he said while he was drying his hair with his old white towel. "Oh, you're remembering the old days, huh?" 

"Yeah, sorry I didn't meant to intrude-"

"No, don't say that, it's okay. It's already been a long time and I feel like you have the right to see those pictures. I mean... you were always there so I don't see a problem."

I looked at him and opened my arms.

"Come here big boy." I said jokingly while I was swinging my arms side to side.

"Don't you dare to get cheesy with me." he laughed. "Let's go, we're already late." 

"I knew it." I whispered.

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Tyler was already in the field with his sweat all over his shirt, and I was on the benches close to door waiting for him to finish the practice.

Was it boring? Yes. 

Was it worthy? Fuck yes, I would do anything for him, and this was a perfect idea for me to spend more time with him.

Tyler was a really good guy, he's sensitive, he cares a lot, he's good looking, he's funny and he was my childhood friend. I spent half of my life by his side, even when he was playing video games as I read my book was quality time. 

He knows me well, not as much as I know him though. 

When he lost his father 5 years ago, he was only 12 years old. It was tough times, but I've always been there for him, I remember seeing him so desperate to have company, he would come by my house just to sleep by my side while I was reading or doing my homework.

Now he's almost 18 years old, and he's so strong, intelligent, and popular. He loves football, he's so passionate about it. I couldn't ask for more.

Even though I desired for more than a friendship.

 "Pass me the water." Tyler asked cutting my train of thoughts.

"Here." I passed him the water bottle I had in my hands. "How was it?" I asked gently.

"Tiring..as always." I watched him attentively while he drank the water, his amber hair was actually getting long that I could even do a ponytail on it. "But I liked it, I even met someone" he said while he was observing the field. "His name is Kyle, and he's new here. After practice I'll bring him with us to eat, is that alright?" he turned around and looked at me with his brown eyes. 

I mean, how could I say no to him?

"Of course, as long I don't need to talk." I fidgeted.

"Own, c'mon Ikey, you know someday you need to speak to someone right?" I glared at him with disgust.

"No I don't need to, I actually like my personal bubble where I don't need to talk to anyone." 

"Even me?" he approached my face and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Y-you're an exception." I blushed, he laughed and chugged down more water.

"I'm going back, I'll be back in 30, and im bringing Kyle, okay? 

"Sure, good luck!" I glanced at him one more time as I stoop up to fill the water bottle.

My heart was beating rapidly, and my mouth was dry, I looked down as I was walking my way to the bathroom.

Tyler can sometimes be affectionate, specially with me, but he had no idea how flustered I can get. 

As I entered the bathroom, I saw someone through the mirror, it was a guy changing his shirt, maybe a football player?

I kept looking at his back while he was changing, he sure had muscles and his dark hair was sweaty.

"You seem to like my back, don't you?" the guy asked as he turned around and look at me through the big mirror the bathroom had.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." I blushed and looked down at the sink. "I-I'm really sorry.." I stuttered and started filling the bottle. He took a few steps to get a closer look at me; I could feel his eyes wandering on me and it only made me blush harder. He suddenly places his hand on my waist and I flinched at his touch.

"W-what are you doing?" I looked at him through the mirror and repeated "What are you do-"

"Kyle! Oh you're here" Tyler said relieved, and tilted his head a little bit and said "Ikey?" he asked confused and then glanced down to see his hand was on my waist. "What's happening?"

"He had a ticket stuck." he said nonchalantly. 

"What the fuck?"