"You're so different," we said in unison before staring.
I shrugged. "Guess being gay doesn't mean you get along."
"I'mnotgay," he said. "Well, not really."
I pulled my t-shirt down, showing off my hickey. In the mirror, it had already turned purple-red. A small part of me wished he suck-kissed higher.
"I shouldn't have done that," he muttered.
"Why? Because it's proof?"
I wasn't looking for another argument, but he didn't take the bait. "Drive me to the bus station. I'll get out of your life, and you can go find people to arrest after they suck your cock."
"Not staying with your flower power friends?"
"I learned everything I needed from them and they're camping here for a day. It's time to find a new experience. So, the quicker you get me there, the faster I'm gone."
"Don't be like that. I have a girl, okay?"
"You can't."
"I absolutely do, and I'll marry her."
My nose wrinkled at the smell of garbage. It must have been the wind sending over trash someone dumped along the road. His thin eyes suggested some truth. "Wait! Youdohave a girlfriend, no, fiancée! That's awful. She's living a lie and doesn't know it, like you."
Most guys would have punched me for saying that, but the experience in the woods said he wasn't like other men.
"I'll give you money for a bus ticket."
"Don't bother. I can work for it, or hitchhike."
"People getmurderedwhile hitchhiking, you know."
I gestured to his car, and he rolled his eyes. "What about you? You never take a chance?"
"Not when I can help it. I have a life planned out for me."
"Where are the surprises and discoveries if you follow a plan?"
"I'd rather have security."
Security was staying with my new friends. Nothing happened yet, but the town's vibe said to get out soon. Going with him was adiscovery,but I think I wanted some time with him. After thinking about Toddso much, I couldn't leave, even if he didn't measure up.
He could have driven off without me, so does he want to be around me too?
We drove in silence down the two-lane highway, with thick forest on both sides. The road ahead forked, and he edged to the left.
"Go right," I insisted, feeling a pull toward the other direction.
"What? No. Absolutely not."
"Does it go into town?"
"Well, eventually."
I yanked the steering wheel to the right. The car skittered along the road's shoulder as gravel crunched under the wheels. He wasstrongand pushed me back, glaring with anger as we shot down the new direction.
"The Road Not Taken," I said. "It's a famous poem about how taking other paths makes all the difference." He stared ahead blankly so I continued. "There's something there. I feel an ESP tingle."
