everydaysagreatday:

“Nooo come on, you’re going on a date with me and that’s final.”
“I can’t – I just – I can’t, I’m sorry, I need to go.” Marcus pulls his hand away.
“You told me an hour you had nothing else going on tonight. What’s the worst that’s going to happen? That you’ll enjoy yourself? That you’ll have fun?”
Marcus shoves his hands into his pockets and looks around. “I don’t know, I just, I’m not ready yet.”
“So is going home and hiding in the closet really the best solution?” Ricky put his fists on his hips. “Are you worried about being seen? Like someone is secretly filming you and broadcasting you to everyone you know? Cause trust me, no one gives a shit who you go out on a date with.”
Marcus looks uneasy.
“Ok. How about this. I won’t try and hold your hand. We’ll just walk next to each other. Ok? We’ll go down to the beach and get some tacos from a food truck and walk around. We don’t have to go into a fancy restaurant or do anything formal. Just chill. Feed some pigeons or something.”
Marcus glances around again and then at Ricky. “You really want to spend time with me.”
“What? Yeah. I do. I’ve had a crush on you for a while,” Ricky admits.
“Me.”
“Yes, silly. That’s why I’ve been trying to get you to go out on a date with me. You can’t hide forever, all you’re gonna do is make yourself lonely and waste your best years. Ok, how about this, even if you don’t want to see me again after this date, consider this a practice date ok?” Ricky offers.
Marcus thought a moment. “Ok.”
Ricky looks surprised. “What, really? I mean, that’s good.” .
“I think the idea of just being in a fancy restaurant, you know, feeling pressure to hold hands or kiss someone… I’m still too new for that. But tacos, that’s a bit more my style.”
“That’s fair. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. Or rushed you.”
Marcus shook his head. “You didn’t. I’m sorry I keep freaking out. Just…still accepting I’m gay, that’s all.”
Ricky nods. “Soooooo… I’m guessing you have questions about sex?”
Marcus scoffs. “So many. I do not get anything. I made the mistake of looking at the BDSM section of this website the other day …oh my god.”
Ricky laughs “Don’t do that, you’re going to scare your dick back inside you.”
“Listen, I’m not entirety on board with what my dick wants, but I still want it to work. Do people actually like that stuff or do they only do it in porn?”

Ricky jerks his head to one side and they begin to walk together down the street, talking, laughing. Conversation still flowing as they got tacos and walked along to the beach to find some place to eat them. The conversation dissolved into a game of “fuck marry kill”, and they were laughing so hard Marcus got tears in his eyes. He was beginning to think this wasn’t a bad way to spend an evening after all.

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toshiagain:

Who needs a boyfriend when your cat is super clingy?

The party swirled around us. Beers crack open like wood snapping in a fire. Music drifts through the background, running off someone’s iPod. The acrid scent of weed fogs the air. Someone had nudged the basement window open which did nothing to alleviate the smells of college kids having a party on a humid Saturday night.
Jacob had been sitting next to me for a while. More than a while. Like maybe-he’s-doing-this-on-purpose for a while. When I drank my beer, he got us both new ones. We’d been talking to each-other and ignoring everyone else. Complaining about our chemistry homework. Our room-mates.
His crazy hovering mother.

The shit this poor house had been through. But also, our goals and dreams. Our prospects. Our futures. I felt like I could talk to him forever. I hated that I had to pee. 

I came back from the bathroom to find the house cat had jumped up on the cushions, but Jacob had saved my spot on the sofa. I settled in with beer number three and some pretzels from the snack table. I also brought some cocktail-sized hotdogs and we ate them together. It felt like we were spectators and this party was a sporting event. We noticed Allison flirting with Aaron and him totally missing it. Eventually Jacob hollered with alcohol-induced boldness, “Hey Aaron! She is trying to tell you she likes you, will you pay a fucking attention? No one else is gonna show you tits like that!”
I thought it was hilarious. I almost had to pee again.
That of course though, led to the topic of dating and partners. He asked if I had a girlfriend. I told him I wasn’t into girls. There was a long pause. He said, ‘Oh’. I waited for him to get up. He didn’t. I ate another pretzel and tried to figure out the expression on his face.
“Do you?”
“Do I what?”
“Have a girlfriend.”
There was a long pause. It was long. “…Jacob?” I asked.
“Sorry,” Jacob answered. He was absentmindedly petting the cat curled up next to his leg. “I just noticed Allison and Aaron are gone.”
I looked around. “Good for them.” We high-fived and went back to eating. “But seriously, do you have a girlfriend?”
“…I’m uh, not into girls really either. I’ve been noticing, at least.”

“Oh,” I said. I cringed at how surprised I sounded. “Oh ok.” I suddenly became aware of how drunk I was becoming.
There was more silence. I missed the banter. “So uh, Jacob. Do you want to try uh, going out sometime? Or just hanging out sometime, if that’s too much?”
Jacob stared a hole into where three other people were drawing mustaches and horns on an out-dated poster of a model hanging on the wall.
“Well,” he said, as if remembering he was in the middle of a conversation. “You are going to have to fight for my affections for another lady, you know.”
I raised an eyebrow. “…Lady? But I thought you said…”
Jacob pointed to the cat. “Madge is very clingy and does not like it when I come home smelling like other people.”
I laughed. “Maybe I can bribe her with tuna.”
Jacob looked at her. “I think she would betray me for tuna. Clever boy.”
I smiled. “Well maybe the first date could be at your place here and she can judge my character?”
Jacob snorted. “You sound like you’re trying to appease my mom on date night.”
“…Judging what you’ve told me of your mom, I think appeasing your cat would be easier.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s the truth, right there.”
I finished the pretzels. “So…?”
“You wanna come over Thursday to play video games? I bought brownie mix.”
“…Can we make weed brownies and play Mario stoned?” I dared to ask.
Jacob looked at me. “Dude that is a marvelous idea.” We fist bump. “We’re friends now.”
“I dig,” I said. My chest was hammering. My first college boyfriend? Maybe? Just maybe? Well, depends on if Madge likes me. She was cuter than I am, after all.

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