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“Dork. You’re as pretty as can be.” I started to pull the blanket on, then thought better of it. I got up long enough to grab a second quilt from the linen closet. “If I was going to do anything, there would be no try, and I wouldn’t keep it a secret. I’d make you moan.”
Maddox grinned. “Promise?”
I shook my head, but I was entertained… And more than a little turned on at the thought of what making out or sex or anything physical would be like with Maddox. “Cross my heart.”
We both laid down.
“When did you know?” Maddox’s question seemed to come out of nowhere.
“I need a little more context, dude.”
“That you like dick as much as pussy.”
At least he was direct.
“I don’t know that they’re equal. It’s not a sliding scale of as much as,” I said.
“You know what I mean.”
I did. Hadn’t I ever told him this story? Alys knew because the whole school knew back when it happened. She and I weren’t friends yet, but everyone had been talking about it. Not the more personal details, but they’d made up their own, so it didn’t matter to them.
“It’s not a super exciting story.” As far as memories went, it fell in the pleasant surprise category. “We had one male cheerleader in high school, and pretty much everyone assumed he was gay.” He wasn’t, though he was pansexual. “He asked me to study with him, and I had no idea he thought it was a date until he kissed me. I didn’t think I’d be into it, turned out I was.”
He and I had dated for a while, and stopped talking for at least as long after we broke up. Unlike on TV, even though half of everyone had hooked up with half of everyone else in this town, really most of us hadn’t ended up in couples.
It made for both some close friendships and some awkward frenemyships and a lot of single thirty and forty somethings.
“Huh.” Maddox huffed out the sound.
“Not impressed?”
“It’s not that. Your story is your story, but you could’ve added a little more flourish and angst.”
Why? “It’s not really an angsty story.”
“You figured out you were bi. Besides, it’s all about the delivery. Describing the kiss. The desire in your throbbing rod," Maddox said.
I gave him a look of disbelief. "Throbbing rod?"
"Pulsing man sword? Ooh, what rhymes with sword?”
My brain was too tired for this. “Board? Ward?”
Maddox hummed a few notes. “He was stiff as a board, with his pulsing man sword,” he sang softly. “That was the day, he found out he was gay.”
“I’m not gay.” I was entertained.
“It rhymes. What rhymes with bi?”
“Die. As in, that song should probably die in a fire.”
“You don’t like my song?” His hurt would’ve come across stronger if it weren’t for the amusement in his voice.
I didn’t mind it. “Your song is fine, it just hits too close to home for my young, tender heart.” I let out a melodramatic sigh.
“Ah, the woes of an angsty bisexual goth. Alas poor Yorick, I blew him well.”
I laughed and sat up long enough to smack him with my pillow. “Go to sleep, Shakespeare.”
