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Today was my first day of college. I mean, kinda, today is the day I'm moving in. Someday in june. Fucking early. I just got out of high school and you already want me out? What the shit am I supposed to do.

"Take a look around, explore the area? Why have you been such a Debbie downer?" My mom says as she tries to slide my mini fridge under the bed. I step in her way and do it myself. She pushes hair behind her ear and huffs. "I'm sorry you feel that way hun. But I'll be in Barcelona with Derek. I don't want you destroying my house with your parties like the last 3 years." She walks over to the boxes, shuffling through them. I lean against the tall bed.

Derek. He proposed to ma knowing it's only been 10 months since dad left. I understand why she said yes though...she's been really lonely. All she did was sit around, drink wine and watch Gilmore Girls. I don't hate Derek, it was just a jerk move. But so was my dads.

Mom walked over to the desk placing the last thing. She really rushed this move in.

"Ma?" I turned to look at her.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. I probably wouldn't have finished till September." She chuckled and hugged me mumbling "I know," she started to get ready to go, grabbing her purse. "Okay sooo, snacks in the fridge, school supplies in desk..mmm...oh don't forget to put your clothes away. I'll call you before we get on the plane. I love you." She smiled.

"Love you." I gave her a stern wave and stared a bit. I sighed and came back for another hug. "I love you mom bye."

"Bye hun." She left and closed the door. I didn't even notice a tear went down my face and I Immediately wiped it. Pathetic loser crying over your mommy.

I began to put my clothes in the drawers. The door clicked open. "what did your forget this time?-" there stood someone I have definitely seen before. He had a duffle bag over his shoulder, big ass jeans and tee shirt. Does he know its 80 degrees outside? I went back to putting my clothes away...I might've looked to long. He moved to the other side of where the other twin bed sat. I sighed I probably did have to introduce myself, we are going to be roommates for a year. Besides I'm a great talker.

I turned to see his back, he rummaged in his bag. I cleared my throat. "Hey I'm-"

"I know who you are Wyatt." Um how?
He turned to me his eyes were so tired and had dark circles around them but he also had really blue eyes. It was almost scary. He was short as hell. Wait...

"Oh man Simon." I laughed nervously I almost thought I was in danger. Not really. "I barely recognized you with the buzz." I gestured to his hair. It was definitely a sight seeing this kid in my dorm room. Especially as my roommate, I didn't think he could afford college living in a trailer park in all.

"Not to be rude or anything-"
"Its going to be." God can't this ass let me talk? I scrunch my eyebrows. "Whatever. How are you..you know...what'd you do to-"

"I'm smart." JESUS CHRIST. And yeah fucking right. All he did was smoke blunts behind the school theres no way he got a scholarship. He also won't stop staring up at me. My eyebrow twitches. His he going to be the migraine this year?

"Yeah okay champ." I ruffle his buzz and turn away.

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Finally I found something close to fun here. As much as I love california I lived here my whole life. Taking pictures at the pink wall was never part of my life. So where am i? In and Out. Its down the street so why not? Haha...

The burgers are so juicy here I want to thank the chef with a fat kiss because of this. Especially if shes a hot chick, most likely not if it's some dude. I stare out the window watching cars pass when one pulls in a blue Honda Civic Si to be exact. Wow. Expensive.

A bunch of guys who look like my crowd come in. They order and move tables together, sitting down. They begin to talk and I begin to eavesdrop.

"Right so I'm like 'Ally, babe, I'm sorry but you're just not my type." The blond says.
"Because she's fat." Well that was rude, red shirted.
"No Tyler not because shes fat. Because shes so desperate!" The group laughs at the blonds "joke" I hear of them say how funny he, Jacob, is. They must be misunderstood on what being funny is.

"Anyway after that we fucked. Made her leave." Jacob brutally continues.
"Umm...I heard samantha is having a party. Sunday. Anyone else hear that?"

Tyler points, "yeah, yeah. Finn told me that. I'm totally going." A party eh? They won't mind if I invite myself. One guy with a backwards hat turns his attention to Jacob.

"What's samantha's dorm number again?" Here we go.
"11 on the east." Beautiful work detective.

I get up and throw away my trash and put my tray away. 5:36 my watch reads. Might as well make my way back to my new home with a rat problem.

I get in my hot ass car, turning it on and the air conditioning. Maybe I should restart with simon. We ended on bad terms last year and hes made it very clear he wants nothing to do with me. I just want a smooth year.

I step inside the room, noticing he was done with his side. He has the same drawers and desk as me but it looks like he put a big ass stack a books under there too. His bed cover was plaid while my was gray. I can already tell we have completely different tastes in lifestyle. His area his spotless. I already have two empty water bottles on my night stand.

I flop on my bed, sighing. Fuck. I miss my house. I miss having something to do. It's not like I can just drive there and enjoy the comfort of my real home. Mom took my key. So now I have to live in this microwave. I thought you could buy bigger rooms. I mean I've seen it in movies but why would they make that a thing in college movies if it was fake?

Mom could've used that money dad left with her instead she's using it to go tan on a beach.

The door clicks open once again. This time he looks like a wet dog with a towel around his waist. I completely avert my gaze. It's not weird or anything, it was worse in the locker rooms. But I have this feeling he doesn't want me looking at him.

I turn my attention to my wall as he dresses. I have to pick the perfect timing for this type of thing, starting over. He might want to. Maybe hes just being a jerk about it because he is scared of me. I mean I would understand I'm a rough guy on the field. He sits on his bed. I sit up and look at him.

"Okay." I say as he looks at me. "Can't we just start over?"

"No." Why not? "You don't remember what you did?" I've done a lot of things.

"The graduation party. You were super drunk and-"

"Okay woah. I don't need a delorean into the past. I get it, yeah, I left you I'm sorry." Can't believe he'd bring up that shit again. He clicks his tongue.

"I'm definitely not 'starting over."

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June 16th 11:06 pm
Graduation night

“Yo! Wyatt my man! You're here” David yelled as I walked into the loud house. I nodded as he dapped me up.
“I'd never miss it.” I said.

“Glad you didn't. Brie is here too.” My eyes widened. Brie, the most beautiful woman I've seen. I need to find her. Where is she? “I think she's in the kitchen.” I immediately tried my way there, shuffling through dancing people.
“Wyatt!!” My head turns to voice completely not seeing where I was going, my shoes catch onto the leg of a couch and I fall on a bunch of laps. I look up and see a familiar classmate. He grins and takes a long drag from a blunt. I move off and stand up looking at the three losers that sit on this couch and smoke weed. I clear my throat “sorry.”
“Yooooo it's cool.” A girl with long curly hair says in a raspy voice. “It happens. Right guys?” She turns to look at the others. Simon ignores and AK (stands for Aaron Kiddman) nods slowly. “See? You need a smoke?” She points to Simon's blunt. Shaking my head, “Nah. I'm good. Thanks.”

Finally making it to the kitchen I caught Brie. She's even more beautiful than when I saw her on that stage. She turns and smiles kindly.

“Wyatt.”
“Brie.” I smile back. She breathes out her nose and her friends walk off. “Hey how are-” I stop her grinning.
“Hold on, I need a drink.” I make myself Sprite and vodka, taking a sip from the red cup in a rush. “Took a fucking adventure getting here.” one of my favorite beats begins to play. What is love. I grab her wrist and pull her into the dancing crowd.

She laughs a little and dances with me. Her soft hair brushes her shoulders and the colorful lighting in the room shines on her face. I move in a little. Just a closer look, it won't hurt. She slowed her movements. She could feel the moment too, a glimmer in her brown eyes. My nose is so close to hers I can feel her breath on my lips. I know she can see me glance at her lips. Do it Brie. My hand wraps around her waist.

“I can't.” She whispers. I rest my forehead on hers. “Why not?” I ask.

“You know why.” she says looking into my eyes. I sigh and push myself off her, taking a gulp of my drink. “I really fucking don't Brie.” could she be even more difficult? I go back to the kitchen. I'm going to need more alcohol than this. She follows me in. I can still feel the warmth of her body on my hand as I take a shot.
“God. You are just-” she begins to yell. “So difficult.” She continues.

“Ha. Me? I'm the difficult one? You're the…bitch who can't accept what she wants.” I whisper. I might be drunk but no way am I making a scene. Like her. She gasps at my words.
“Accept what I want? You think I want to sleep with a man whore like you? Fuck you. You hurt everyone. Nobody cares if your pathetic dad left. Even if they did- even if I did. I don't need you breaking my heart every now and then.”

I scrunch my face at her words.

“You gonna cry tough guy? Get the fuck out of here. Doesn't feel good, does it?” She sighs and pinches her nose. I turn away, grabbing the vodka bottle and walking away. I go up the stairs and find an empty bedroom. Nice let's drink away our problems.
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Half the bottle gone, someone walks in. He doesn't notice I'm here as he closes and locks the door. His back turned away from me.

“Who are you?” I slur. He jumps and turns around.

“Jesus…you're in my room.” Oh. Ohh.
“OH dude you're Simon I know you. David's cousin. I didn't know you live here...that's sick!” I could feel my body sway a little as I talked.

“And you are..” He sits next to me and I hand him the bottle. “Wyatt.” he takes a sip and makes a face.

“I was going to say drunk.” Huh? He shakes the bottle, the liquid swishing around in there.
“Oh. Yeah.” I say frowning. He takes another sip. “Don't ask me about it.” I run my hands down my face.

“Wasn't going to.” I look at him as he mumbles that. His eyes are very blue. I kinda like it though. I sit up and look at him more. He's got great hair too and small ears. I laugh a little. He glares at me. “What?” I shake my head smiling to myself.

“Just- admiring.” I say.
“Oh…kay..” I could see the light grin tug at his face. I brush hair behind his ear. Suddenly my eyes are heavy as boulders. He looks up at me giving me a concerned stare. I move in and kiss him.

“Is this okay?” I whisper before reconnecting our lips.

“...mm no..” he says, pushing me off. I scoot away, wiping my lips.

“Sorry. I uh…I'm no fag.” Looking back at him I sigh. “Tonight has just been really fucking weird. My girlfriend since middle school just decided she didn't love me anymore..”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“Yeah it does …i-i mean we were off and on for a little bit. The smallest fucking time. Suddenly.. I'm nothing.”

“I don't think that.” I felt his hand land on mine and my tense feeling was let off for just a second before David swung the door in. “YO bro-” I jump off the bed, grabbing the bottle. “What the… Wyatt you in here? Why?”

“I- i-” I could barely talk. I hate being found in a vulnerable spot. Especially it being David. I don't know him well, but he is on my football team. And this just wasn't right.

“Ugh. Simon, are you putting that infectious disease on my bro?” I looked back at Simon. He rolled his eyes with an annoyed tone he said, “being ga-”

“He fucking was. Yeah.” I could feel his eyes shoot at me.

“Dude what the fuck!” David yelled. I made my way past him exiting this horror of a room. I could hear David closing the door and a slight glimpse of more yelling.

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Three months and six days. Today is the first day of college. And it already feels like a fucking mess.

“WYATT??”

“YEAH?” nothing. “YES???” I grunt and run from my friend Jonathan's dorm to mine. Seeing Simon rampaging through the dirty laundry basket.
“What the hell are you doing?” I cross my arms glancing at them. My build has gotten way better especially when I found the campus gym (thanks to Jonathan).

“Where's my ipod?” Simon's hands rested on his hips.

“Oof…uh..”

“Wow. Really Wyatt?”

“..oh! Jonathan has it.” I leaned on the door frame and pointed it towards Jonathan's dorm.

“Why does he have it?” Simon whined.

“I don't know?”

Simon grunted passed me and disappeared into dorm 123. I looked at myself one last time in the small mirror behind the door. Grinning at my perfect jaw I turned to my desk seeing that small dark blue ipod. Whoops. Swiftly I grab it and walk my way to the other side of the hall. The door wide open for everyone to see Simon bickering at Jon.

“Yo Si’” he turns to me. “Found it.” He walks over, giving that glare to Jon and taking the ipod out of my hand.

“Thanks.” He mutters leaving me and Jon.

“Dude your roommate will never stop giving the creeps.” Jonathan says.

“You'll get used to it.” I say grabbing my backpack from his floor. “See ya later? I got Economics.” he nods and I see Simon changing also the door wide open. I take the handle and start to close it.

“I'm going and at twelve me and Jonathan are getting pizza.” I told him.

“Cool. I have a class that time so I'll see you after.”

“Yeah okay… will you miss me?” I frown.

“What? No. Go away.”

“Kay.” I sigh and pretend to be devastated. Looking back I see a small smile on his lips and I close the door leaving fairly good, so maybe I was wrong. Today will be fine.

I feel different this year, like something is actually better…might be the first day rush but I believe that I won't have to groan in agony every morning. Could be just the fact that I'm not in high school anymore, thank god. It's obvious though that I'm just guessing.
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“Welcome to economics. I'm sure you all know what economics is right? Right? Oh well I'll tell you anyway. Eco; meaning an environment or the natural world -nomics or nomos as in law, management, a set of rules...” The lean professor echoed across the classroom. I tapped my pencil on my notebook, not bored or anything, just something to do with my hands. My eyes scanned around the large auditorium. Observing. Taking in the fact that I'm actually in college. When summer started it didn't really set in until now. It doesn't feel dumb here- like people don't care. They are listening to this guy really focused.

“In this class I want to start with macroeconomics. Get a real grip on inflation and- and government policies.” wasn't till now that I realized that this sophisticated man had a stutter. Adds to his…balding charm…I guess.

“Open your notes, we are starting strong.” I nod at his words and open my notebook sitting up straight and looking dead forward at the chalkboard as he begins.
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The class comes to an end and I put my things away in my backpack.

“Excuse me?” I hear someone say I look to the right. Nothing. Then on the left, there stands a pretty blonde chewing gum and smiling. “Do I know you?” Her lips smack with her sticky lip gloss. I shake my head.

“No I don't think-”

“I've totally seen you before.” She fixes her bag on her shoulder and runs a manicured hand through her hair. “Yeah! Yeah! I know you…Brian?”

“No.” I shake my head again and try to smile off her hand on my arm. “My name is Wyatt.”

“Oh? I don't know you?”

“Sorry.”
Her hand moves off and she perks her lips. “That's okay! I'm Sara.” She says. “I should be sorry for bothering you.” I smile at her words. Pretty girl like you? Uh no. Not really.
“It's cool. I'm not mad.” I grin and she smiles back.

“Okay well…guess I'll see you around. Nice meeting you.” She turns.

“Nice meeting you too!” As she walks off I can't help but watch. A tanning playboy sticker sitting right on her hip. Her pink polo just above it. I sigh in bliss.
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I felt like I was skipping to the school's field. I mean meeting a girl like that? She was bubbly and gorgeous. Straight up hot. Like a Mariah Carey song…or Britney Spears. I don't listen to that music often. Shit! I didn't get her number I was to stunned to ask I'm a fucking idiot.
I make my way into the boys locker room getting ready for practice. I love football like I love my women. Strongly. I pull on a tight tee and some gym shorts, can't forget the actual football attire.
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“Fuck practice man.” Jonathan said, sitting down in the farthest corner of the cafeteria. Following I sat down across from him and took a bite of my mac and cheese.

“Wasn't that bad.”

“Says you dude. You've been playing football for like what? 7…6 years?” He asked, his food was almost gone already.

“10 years.” I slightly grinned. Growing up with a mom whose only hobbies were tanning and cooking for my dad made it easier to follow my dads activities. Go to games with him, watch him shout at the TV like it could hear him.

“You are- totally- unbelievable.” He talked loud and confidently with a mouth full of food.

“Thanks.” We sat in silence for almost a minute. “...dude!” I yelled.

“What?!”

That girl. She walks in talking to another girl, her hips swaying as she approaches the serving area.

“See that girl!” I motion my head at her. “She was flirting with me economics today.”

“Shes hot.” Jonathan cooed.

“I know…” I couldn't pull my eyes away.

“What's her name?”

I turned my head to him and my eyebrows knitted together. “Uh…I forgot.” Jonathan sighed at that and continued to eat.

Looking back, she was gone. But another blond made his way to our table. A couple of- I assume, junior basketball players staring at him like he was one of those midgets. Simon just took out his earphones either ignoring or not noticing their eyes. He sat beside me giving me a quick smile.

“Yo I thought you had a class?” I gave him my apple. His teeth suck into it, taking a big bite.

“Well- I did. But the classroom was completely empty. And locked.” He swallowed.

“Huh that's weird.” I spoke back to him.

“Yeah.” That was the last thing Simon said before that cropped polo was in my view again.

“Simon!” She said with that bubbly excitement again. Simon? Jonathan dropped his fork like he could hear my thoughts. How does Simon know her?

“Oh hey Sara.” He looked up at her. Her eyes drifted from him to me.

“And Wyatt?? Wow!” Simon looked at me with his expression just as confused as I am.

“How do you know Sara?” He asked.

“I- I met her today.” I stuttered. “How do you know Sara?”

“We've been friends for a while now.” He nodded. I glanced at Jonathan. This must be a tennis match for him.

“Oh.” Even the bimbo could sense the awkward tension.

“Umm…I hate to go but…I do so, page me Simon?” She cleared her throat and we turned our heads towards her.

“Yeah I will. See ya.” He said and she walked off. From me again, still no number.

“That was different.” Jonathan spoke up. I mhm'ed him and avoided eye contact with Simon for the rest of lunch. And guessing, Simon shot him a glare quieting Jon into talking about some other shit I didn't listen to.
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The door clicks shut as I set the key on my desk. Privacy is all I could ask for.

“I don't get why you're so mad.” Simon says running a hand through his outgrown buzz, it had shape now; one swirl of hair next to his ear.

“You never told me you had…friends.” I shrugged.

“I've always had friends.”

“Well-”

“Well? Well what? You think you're my only friend?” He mocked me.

“It seemed like it.” I could feel my anger burning my ears.

“You're insufferable.”

“And you're a game! A fucking joke. You're playing with my emotions Simon!” If it hasn't occurred to you yet, we had something going on. Not just that kiss on graduation night. A few different times actually doing things we definitely shouldn't be doing.

“I am?! As if I didn't know you were flirting with Sara!”

“How do I know you weren't either!” I really hoped no one could hear this.

“Really Wyatt?” His eyebrows rose and he took a step toward me. I shrugged again, shoving my hands in my pockets. I realize now that that was the stupidest thing I could've said. “I'm gay. Do I need to suck your dick again to get that in your head?” His words stung me. A guilt in myself, maybe even disappointment. He stepped off to his bed sitting.

Before saying another word I stare at my shoes thinking, life is so unfair because I wish I could be good for him. I know that in his head he begs god for me to come around and accept that what we have is special and to express affection we both haven't felt in a while. I should come around and say “I'm sorry” . I think I'm too scared though. Scared of how special we really could be.

“Do you hate me?” I ask looking back up. Simon rubs at his eyes with the palm of his hand before sharing the stare.

“No. I wish I did.” I let out a huff trying to desperately laugh.

“I wish I hated you too.” His blue eyes are glossy when I look at them. I sit next to him and for the first time, I don't sigh at what I'm about to say. I breathe in. “I'm sorry.” Is my exhale. “I'm an asshole.”

He pats my chest, scrunching his mouth. “No, just a fucking idiot.” And I finally let out a laugh and a feeling of relief.

I don't think and it really shows but I hope right now he can see I am thinking, thinking about him.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, using the moment of how close we are to ask.

“Mmm…yeah.” He smiles, our lips connecting with soft gentle movement. I pull away only for a second to say, “You're all sticky.”

“The apple.”

“Right. How could I forget?” he shakes his head at me and I reconnect our lips with more passion this time. His hands find their way to my neck and mine hold on to his waist. And takes a breath in the kiss giving me a doorway for my tongue and they dance together. His apple taste might take me into a craze so I groan into his mouth. A way to let him know. There, he's pulling me down to the bed, laying his back on the mattress. Hands with a mind of their own slide under his shirts and I can feel his goosebumps. His fingers grip onto my shirt. I take that as a hint and pull it off. I just love how he bites his lower lip.

“You.” I chuckle at his words and put my lips where they belong. On his neck. Simon lets out a low groan the quietest he's been. I take my time with this growing hickey really riding out his moments when he moans out a “fuck” and I won't lie; my dick twitches every time. My hands start to unbutton his belt and I feel another hand stop me in my tracks. My eyebrow raising.

“Don't you have a class at 3?” He says, his voice hoarse.

“Yeah but it's only…” I check my watch. “2:30.”

“Let's just do something else. I don't think you're ready yet. With such limited time.” He grins lightly and I roll my eyes. Pushing my shoulder he instructs me to lay down. I squirm under his kisses on my happy trail and my jean button pops open. I lift myself on my elbows watching his every move.

Missing what I like to see he takes my cock in hand, shutting my eyes immediately and focusing on the soft hand wrapped around me. “Oh..baby.” I exhale through my teeth. He licks at the slit and I have to hold onto his head. I open my eyes and watch as he takes me into his mouth, pink lips taking me home..

I have to stop myself from pushing the blond down. He lets out a muffled groan and I loosen the grip I had on his hair. Simon bobs his head perfectly slowly, that tongue swirling.

“Jesus fuck Si’..” his crystal eyes staring back at me, fastening his pace. “I- I'm..” I can barely speak. He's got me in a limp. The first time will never compare to how this feels. I don't why but it's different, something is making this better and it's not just skills.

I can feel myself reaching the end and he can too, his mouth popping off. I spill into his hand with a loud moan.

“Fuck. Thank you.” I smile and lay down my neck aching from the horrible position we were in. “You're amazing.” He chuckles and walks over to his night stand grabbing a tissue and wiping his hand down. I take this chance to stuff myself back into my pants and put my shirt back on.

“What time is it?” Simon asked, sitting next to me.

“Oh uh…2:45.”

“Okay.”

I feel that I never look at him like I am now. His blue eyes wander the room and his blond eyelashes blink slowly, his hair is in a mess pushed everywhere. This is when his eyes switch to me and I can't help but hold his chin and trace his lips.

“Don't kiss me.” He whispers.

“Why?”

“Because I need to brush my teeth.” I laugh at that, shaking my head.

“I don't care.” I kissed him. He is right though the taste is stingy. I need to eat more pineapples…

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Choices and control, that's the power we're given as humans right? We don't fly or shoot lasers out of our eyes. I felt I made all the wrong choices with no control. I've done so many dumb things with parties and drinking. Sometimes I did stuff without a sip of alcohol. There are more dumb choices to come. I know that's right. I think the basic human power has lit inside me finally. Especially with Simon here at my side. He is the right choice… I hope.

It's been a long, long time since I let down my guard. Embracing this feeling with a good amount of control. Nobody knows, there’s no rumors. This small, now freezing, room keeps our beloved secret from the outside world. Well, Simon doesn't lie about who he is. Sara knows and Jonathan should know. I am lying or Simon says “it's okay to not be ready, not say anything just yet.” I want to say something to my mother. I know she loves me but I feel I'll break her heart not being able to bear children. I don't have siblings and I was the only kid she could have.

I push my thoughts for later and watch as Simon stirs awake.
“Good morning.” I say my voice clear as glass. I've been up for a while.

“Morning,” Simon mumbles back. I just can't keep myself from leaving kisses all over his face, he pushes me off with a smile. “Get off of me, freak.”

“I like you.” I confess with eager energy.

“I know that.” He turns from me, I scoot closer my thumb tracing a freckle on his shoulder. Feeling him ease I let out my own exhale of relief. His breathing puts me in a state of calm and soft touches. No one can be him, no one will have his heartbeat. So special to me to be able to hear it thump against his chest. To feel his golden hair on my face as I kiss into his neck.

His flip phone buzzes on a stood up wooden carton. Jonathan fell onto my old nightstand during a game of midnight football. As Simon takes the call I move across him, getting out of the bed and ready for class.

“Blue is not your color, pink.” He says to I'm guessing, Sara. Her pitched voice rants through the phone. “You can't just change your style for some guy…okay, maybe baby blue.” He sighs and I chuckle. She's insane. He slaps the phone shut with his chin and sits up.

“I might kill her.”

“You can't, Zenon will come after you.” Simon laughed and flopped back down with a frown, he rolled around in the bed. I pulled my shirt down and ran a hand through my hair looking at myself in a dirty butter knife. “What?” I ask him.

“I don't want to.”

“I can't hear you with your face in pillows babe.”

He lifted his head and looked at me. “I'm just tired. Too much homework.” I hum at his words and bend down to kiss him. He sighs into me and pulls away to get up. “You have practice today?” Simon said, walking over to his drawer and looking for clothes.

“Everyday babe. Every day.”

“Right.” Laughing at his sarcasm finished at my belt. Simon never says it but I know he's scared I'll hurt myself in practice or an actual game. I understand, mom used to freak every time I got knocked over even if I did get up.

“The season has started so we are really pushing. I've got to keep my shape.” I watch him get dressed while buttoning my flannel over a white tee. He fixated on his her before being fully dressed. Throwing him a shirt he finally pulls it on. The comfortable silence of getting ready ends with a knock at the door. Opening the door my eyebrows raise “Sara?” She walks in wearing a white fitted tee and baby blue sweats with white flip flops. Guess she finally took his advice.

“Why aren't you guys ready yet? I was hoping to get smoothies,” she sat on Simon's bed.

“Just give us a second.” Simon grabs his toothbrush and toothpaste leaving me with Sara.

“Soo… you and Simon are getting along pretty well.” I flinch at her words.

“Yeah? I still kinda hate him.” I chuckle nervously. I don't need this now.

“Right…are you seeing anyone at the moment?”

“Nope.” My cell buzzes in my bag and I grab it immediately. “Hello?”

“Honey!!” My mom yells.

“Mom? What's up?” I say and watch Sara leave with the look of boredom.

“Me and David want you over for dinner.” She says doing something loud in the background.

“David? Really mom…”

“The Minnesota Vikings are going against the Tampa Buccaneers on Sunday. I'll whip up some doggies…OH and your uncle Stevie and I think Oscar will be there.”

“I thought Uncle Stevie was busy with the farm?” I ask and Simon walks in putting his stuff away. He mouths a,

“Wheres Sara?” And I just shrug.

“Not so much anymore. He's got it all fixed up!” Mom speaks up and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Oh well. I've got a lot of homework.”

“Okay…don't forget to call me if you ever change your mind.”

“Yeah cool. I'll call you.” I close the phone and sit on my bed sighing into my hands.

“You good?” Si asks with concern in his tone.

“Yeah. My mom invited me to a barbecue on Sunday. Just thinking about it.” I look up at simon with knitted eyebrows. Something about talking to family always made me queasy. Maybe it was thought that they knew me longer than I've known myself. Whatever it was it's not my dad's side so that's a plus.

“Oh…fun.” Simon stands at my knees, his hands on my thighs. Something comes to mind, a grin that reaches my ears.

“Light bulb!”

“...what?” Simon questions me.

“Come with me,”

“No.” I groan at his words.

“Why? I suck at family people.”

Simon crosses his arms, “What makes you think I'm so great?” He's not wrong… the unruly hair and holes in his clothes won't be the best look.

“But I need you. You're my support.” Pleading with my eyes, he sighs with his whole body.

“Fine.” I jump and hug him. “I'm only doing this because you're good in bed.” I smile into his neck and smell that honey hair. I know he's smiling too.

“I gotta get to class,” I dare to pull away and grab my backpack.

“Okay, I'm meeting with Sara for lunch.”

“Cool, guess I'll see you tonight,” I kiss his cheek goodbye.
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My muscles pull as I lift a 300 Ib sweating my fucking balls off I set the weight down above me I move out and and wipe myself with a towel.

“Get laid lately?” Jonathan asks me as he stretches.

“What the fuck,” I huff out.

“Come on man I'm just trying to see if there's any fish to catch. There are like no girls.”

“yeah I can bet.” I sit up and walk over to a free mat. “Spot me.” Readying myself for crunches, he comes over and holds my feet.

“So…”

“God. Yes, Jon I've been getting laid.”

“I knew it! Is she hot?”

“Most beautiful thing you'll ever see.”

“Wow… share?”

“What? No. Besides, I don't think she's your type.” she.

“If she's the most beautiful then I doubt it man.” I scoff. He wouldn't even talk to me if he knew who it actually was. “Is it good?”

“I don't wanna talk about this,” I laugh.

“Come on.”

“...yeah. It's good, it's amazing.” blushing at my own words he gives me a friendly slap on my bicep.

“You little shit! You're getting all the good stuff and I'm in the dust.”

“Yeah well she's not just a fish in the sea.” I mock with his own words.

“Woah.”

“What?”

“You love her man” I sat up and my eyes widened.

“N-no.” Laughing nervously I grab my water and gulp it down.

“Not love. Not yet at least.”
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“Yay!!! I'm so glad you're coming!”

“Screaming in my ears ma.”

“Oh sorry.” She chuckled sheepishly.

“Don't forget that I'm bringing someone with me, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah.” she said, already forgetting. If I never knew my mom smoked weed while she was pregnant and 4 years after I was born I would've guessed her memory was just an elephant's. “I need you to bring ice and some beers.”

“I'm not illegally allowed to buy beers yet.”

“What??” How could she not..?

“I'll get that ice though!” I pushed that conversation for later.

“Phew! Sleep well, okay?”

“Kay. Goodnight.” Ending the call I finally entered the dorm room. Simon sits in his bed flipping through a magazine. I throw my backpack under my desk and climb into the bed next to him. “What ya reading?” My eyes peak to the page. It's news and something that doesn't seem too long ago. The title read, “Bombing near New York killed 2 people, most likely a terrorist attack.” I frown. I didn't take Simon as a news guy or just reading depressing shit. I took the magazine, throwing it somewhere. My hands slide under his shirt. “Miss me?” I grin.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” His face turns red instantly, holding his laugh. Our lips connect and I breathe in his sigh. I move down his face, sucking on his neck and embracing every moan from his mouth. Before my hands reached to untie pants he gasps out a,

“Wait.” For a second I thought I was crazy. Last time Simon said no to the deed.

“...you okay?” I say, sitting up.

“Yeah. I…can I tell you something?” This could be bad, right? Am I getting dumped? Again? Fuck me. Maybe I've been too clingy. What will happen if it ends? I'll have to find a way to move out and drink myself to sleep every night. It's been so good. I don't know if I could take a shattered heart again. Not like this…not with a half hard dick and a new feeling of happiness.

“Sure. Yeah, of course.” I gulp.

“I…I'm not used to this.”

“To what?” I pretend not to know.

“...this…thing. What we are. It's nothing like what I've done in the past.” He shifts next to me. “I just wanted you to know that…I like it. Thanks..” I chuckle softly at his words and feel a boulder of fear lift off my chest.

“You're welcome.” I smile and he smiles back. This is the father to my kids. At that thought I tackle him kissing him for the second time tonight and this time he doesn't pull me away. He holds me down, hands running through my hair. My tongue pushes against his and slides around his teeth. His taste, the way he moves under me, it's all addicting and if I don't get my dose…

Simon strips off his shirt and I feel lost. Losing myself in him, I kiss at his chest and pull off my own shirt. My thumb traces lightly at his happy trail while my lips work on Simon's nipple. He whines and has the occasional thrust into my knee. “I need you.” He breathes. My fingers immediately hooked into his pants and boxers sliding them off of his plum thighs. My hands with a mind of their own stretch his leg into the air and I kiss behind the knee and everywhere I can, settling on his upper thigh.

“Lube?” I ask and he hands me a tub of vaseline. “...the fuck is this?”

“Vaseline.” He's panting lightly.

“Well- I know that. Where's the jelly?”

“Ran out. Kinda on a budget here, Wyatt.” All I can do is snicker and open the vaseline. Coating him and slipping in a finger. This is only the 3rd time doing something like this. It will probably always scare me. I can't imagine what this feels like, he likes it too, loves it. I curl my finger in patient motions and I move back up to his face, kissing his cheek. “Another.” He says, biting his lip and without hesitation I take the order, adding another. He lets out such a desperate moan and I need to be in him. But I keep at it stretching him open with more speed. “Okay…ready.” If I wasn't horny as shit I'd been dancing. I take off my Jean's and let out a sigh of relief, then my Calvin Kleins. Simon watches as I slather myself in vaseline, his breathing out of line. My arms behind his, I move in with more focus than I'd had in math class on Fridays. His arms clenched around my neck when I was completely in. There's nothing better than this feeling. Girls are good. But never as loud and reckless as Simon. His legs kept me close around my waist. And when I began to move we both moaned a, “fuck.” He squeezed me tight. Warm and needy. He couldn't keep my name in his mouth as I fastened the pace.

“Wyatt…” I love this. His hair stuck to his forehead, cheeks redder than cherries and eyes reaching the back of his head.

“Simon.” I whisper back into his ear and his hand in my hair moves to my back. I can't stop my hips from jerking when he leaves a burning scratch. I smile. This is a challenge. I sat up, his hips kept in place with my hands. The bed hit the wall a couple times when I let myself go.

He gasped out as he finished a sticky mess between us, I finished as well. I pulled out and flopped next to him, letting out a sigh of bliss.

“Wyatt..?” I turned to him when he spoke, a big smile on my face.

“Yeah?”

“Did you wear a condom?” Whoops. I must've forgotten.

“Uh…I forgot.”

“Great, now we have aids.”

“Nah, it's cool. I'm super healthy.” I smile and he can only glare for a second before smiling as well.

“You're an ass.” he mumbles and then cuddles up to me.
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Barbeques. A way of connecting with people through food and nature. Also the most boring shit ever, in my opinion. I never really took it as a way of fun. Maybe when I was seven and didn't know about all the “adult talk” adults did. Boring. I'm dead before I talk about what color my coworker Dave is painting his bathroom. Worst of all the weather decided to make no sense and be hot as hell with clear skies. The heat blazing into my car with every window down, I turned off the radio and drove into my house.

“Nice.” Simon said as we exited the car. It hasn't been too long since I've been back. I'd occasionally bring my laundry over and let mom do her volunteered labor.

“You've never been here?” I asked, locking the car and catching up to Simon to the front door.

“Looks different when there's no party.” Simon looked sharp. He took an hour getting ready. It made me smile that he cared. Not that he shouldn't. My mom would shun him with her eyes if he didn't. He wore a baby blue button up and shorts just above his knee with cleaned shoes. The colors brought out his already insane eyes and his hair was softer than the grease he usually ran through his hair now left on the desk unopened. I obviously was pulling off a backwards hat and a jersey with jorts.

I knocked lightly after giving him a savory kiss that I won't get till I'm guessing 10pm. The door opened with unnecessary force.

“You're here!” Ma’ screamed her accent thicker than usual. And by the looks of the massive truck sitting in the drive way it's most likely uncle stevie's flaut. I gave her the big hug she was anticipating.

“Hey ma.” She smelled of flowers and pina coladas. She turned her way to Simon, eyeing him.

“And who's this dashing young man?” Simon smiled slightly and before he could embarrass himself I grabbed his shoulder.

“My roommate, Simon.” I grinned.