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I just want to be touched and hugged. This has nothing to do with either of them. This is me being a selfish fuck.
I need to know before I fuck up everything.
“Where’s your brother?” I ask Alice when she opens the door to her house.
“Huh? In his room I think, why?”
I push past her and rush upstairs. I need to test this theory and I need to test it now.
“Ooookay,” she mutters, following me.
I knock on Liam’s door while bouncing anxiously on the spot.
“Come in,” he calls and when I push it open I find him sitting on the end of his bed tuning a guitar. He’s so good looking, he’s the only other guy I can honestly say I’ve been attracted to in my entire life but his beauty was such a surprise. “Well, hello there.”
“I need to kiss you,” I say, and his eyebrows hit his hairline. “If that’s okay?”
“Sure.” He grins and puts his guitar down.
I dive on him, wasting no time at all. I press my lips to his and then my tongue and though it’s a nice kiss, it’s not a lifechanging, soul altering, lovemaking sort of kiss. It’s just a good kiss. It doesn’t make me forget the world, it doesn’t make me forget Carter and Presley. It definitely doesn’t make me want to jump into bed with him, not like when Presley kisses the back of my neck, or when Carter puts his hand on my thigh.
“Ewwwwww, the fuck?” Alice cries.
I rip away from her brother and stand, leaving him dazed on the bed. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?” he questions, laughing slightly. “I felt something, let me tell ya.”
“You’re an amazing kisser but I felt nothing. It’s not you, it’s me. Thank you for being my experiment.” I turn to Alice who looks seriously confused. “I’m in love with Carter.”
“Oh.” She blinks with surprise. “That’s good, right?”
“I’m in love with Presley too.”
“Damn, well, that’s just greedy.”
We exit Liam’s room as he shouts, “Call me!”
Alice slams his bedroom door. “Start from the beginning, you massive slut.”
“I’m in love with them. In love. I just know it because I’ve never felt this way before. Carter’s cute smile and how gentlemanly he can be, Presley’s brooding exterior and how demanding he can be.” We head out of her house after she dons her shoes and I pick up my bike and walk it alongside her.
“Do they know?”
“No.”
“Are you going to tell them?”
I chew on my lip so hard I taste blood.
“Hey… what’s going on? What aren’t you telling me?”
“They want me to choose one of them.”
“Fair.”
“But I can’t choose one of them.”
“Unfair.”
“Exactly.” I blow out a breath and wish we could all just be together as we are, no labels, just fun and sex. “I have until the end of the day to make a decision.”
“Yikes.”
I look at my friend, her big eyes, the braces on her teeth, I assess her and list all the things I enjoy about her in my mind. “What’s good about me? Why would those two, incredible, amazing guys like me?”
“You’re sexy as fuck,” she says and I hum for her to continue. “You’re sweet, quiet but not shy, you’re not nasty, you don’t play games. In fact I’ve never heard you gossip about anyone. I mean you listen to me gossip for hours but you never join in. Like when I called Solomon fat and you were all… don’t fat shame, and I laughed, but really I was like wow… she’s a nice person.” She stops and sighs wistfully. “I’m a lesbian and I’m in love with you.”
“WHAT?” I squeak but she doubles over laughing.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”
“Not funny.”
She smiles, puffing her cheeks out in a comical way. “It was but anyway, I can’t think of a reason why anyone wouldn’t love you.”
I drop my bike and hug my friend. “I’m so glad we met.”
“Me too. Let’s go to Gamerama. I want to kick ass on Pac Man.”
“I hate that game.”
“Only ’cause you always get eaten by the ghosts.”
She has a point.
I pick my bike back up and start walking again.
“Who are you going to choose?”
I shrug my shoulders. “No idea. Who would you choose?”
“Carter, hands down.”
“I knew you’d say that.”
“So choose Presley and then I can have Carter.”
I growl at her and she laughs even harder than before. “If you start getting bold with the guy I don’t choose, like you have been with Melvin, I’ll go back to that witch in New Orleans and have her oil your hair off with her potions.”
“Not my hair,” Alice cries dramatically while gripping her scalp. Her face sobers and she gets this creepy look in her eyes. “Do you want to do something weird? To take your mind off shit.”
“I’m not eating your pussy, Alice.”
“You know you want it,” she shrieks loudly while waving her hips from side to side at me and I laugh so hard I can’t breathe. We sober after a short while and she continues, “Anyway, do you want to or not?”
