Taylor
I leaned against the bar and surveyed the crowd lazily as I took a long drag off the Camel in my hand. I hated the bar scene, but it was the only place I could smoke without somebody getting on my ass or a magazine taking my picture. The teenies didn’t usually find me there, either. Usually. That’s not to say I hadn’t gotten some googly-eyes from a couple of girls, but I don’t think any of them recognized me as me. It didn’t really matter if they did anyway, since they didn’t have a camera and they weren’t throwing themselves at me. Needless to say, that is not a turn-on for me.
I amused myself by watching a couple of drunk fools attempt to dance and observing the ever-hilarious reactions that occur when a cell-phone rings. At every little beep, everyone stopped what they were doing to check their coat pockets or purses. I find it highly disgusting, actually. If I weren’t required to carry a cell-phone, I wouldn’t carry one. I think they’re unnecessary and disruptive, but hey, that’s just my opinion.
“Excuse me, sir.” The bartender poked me in the back to get my attention. “This is from the lady in the green dress,” he informed me as I turned around, setting a bottle of beer in front of me and pointing to his left.
I chuckled at the attempt at a seductive look she gave me and grabbed the bartender’s arm before he walked away, making sure to make eye contact with Green Dress as I asked him for a matchbook.
The bartender nodded and reached into a basket behind him, producing a surprisingly large matchbook and a pen from his apron. I scrawled quickly onto the cardboard – I’m gay. But thanks for the drink. I handed my note to the trusty bartender, who read it, laughed, and dutifully carried it down to Green Dress at the other end of the bar. I watched her previously delighted facial features fall as she read it, and raised my beer to her in a toast when she looked back up. If looks could kill...
I was ready to turn around and go back to ignoring her when a man walked up behind her. What perfect timing. I watched as he took her hand and lead her through the bodies on the dance floor to the men’s’ room and my eyes widened in anticipation. I finished my beer in record time. I wasn’t one to miss a free show, and though I’d only caught a glimpse of him, Mystery Man interested me. He looked about my age and pretty drunk, judging by his walk.
I pushed my way through the bodies slowly, smirking and planning and wondering how it would go. I have an adventuresome spirit – so sue me.
Scott
I was not gay. I was sure of it. So why was I out to prove it to myself? I don’t know. But it was as good an excuse for anonymous sex as I’d ever heard.
I’d been to three different clubs already, drinking and dancing at each one. I wasn’t even in my body by the time I’d spotted the girl in the green; I just kind of floated over to her. I mumbled some rude, drunken, sexually aggressive comment about her body, but she obviously didn’t seem to mind. It was almost as if it was too easy to get her. For a fleeting moment, I wondered if she was a fan, but my attention span wasn’t long enough to elaborate on the thought anyway. At that point, all I was thinking was, “Get to a bathroom before she changes her mind.”
And I did. Good for me. She pushed me up against the wall as soon as the door closed; she didn’t even lock it or check to see if there was anybody already in there. I would’ve protested if her lips weren’t assaulting me, but as it was, the door seemed like a very minor detail.
My brain was foggy from alcohol, and it was hard for me to process the caress of her lips on my neck, the touch of her hips grinding into mine, the feeling of her feather-light fingers unbuttoning my khakis. Even my body was a little slow to react.
Before I knew it, my pants had dropped to the floor and so had the girl. She rubbed my stomach teasingly while keeping her mouth insanely close to my prick – I shuddered every time she exhaled. I let my eyes close in defeat when she finally grabbed a hold of my dick, and instinctively reached my hands out for her hair as the velvet of her tongue touched my head. I groaned at the electric pleasure that ran through my body, so loudly that I barely heard the door open.
“My, my, Scotty. I never would’ve thought...”
My eyes flew open at the sound of his voice and the girl stood up as quickly as she could. I stood there stupidly as I looked at him, oblivious to the fact that I was still completely exposed until he reminded me.
“Pretty impressive,” he remarked, staring pointedly at my still stiff organ.
I hastily reached to pull up my pants and finally composed myself enough to glare at him, although it didn’t last long.
“Wait a minute.” The girl was speaking, and only then did it occur to me that I had never actually heard her voice. “You guys know each other?”
They knew each other?
Dave
I had already found a rabbit, two horses, and a tree in the patterns on the ceiling, and I’d only been looking for about two minutes, since the walls got boring.
Paul McCartney’s sad, mellow voice made its way into my ears as I searched, finding its way to my brain and filtering down into my veins.
“Yesterday
Love was such an easy game to play...”I wanted to cry, but not really. I wanted to scream, but not really. I wanted to punch Taylor in the face, but not really. I wanted to know why he wouldn’t even look at me or say hello.
“I said
Something wrong
Now I long
For yesterday...”Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe he just didn’t want to make it obvious.
And now we were sharing a house with them? If he was through with me, I didn’t know if I could take it.
My self-piteous thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. I listened for the possibility that someone else might answer it, but none came. Dad and Sheila had gone out for dinner, Scott went somewhere, and the Play Station music from the twins’ room never stopped. I sighed and lifted the receiver on the second ring.
“Hello?”
“Hi, uh...Dave?” the voice on the other end questioned. It was a voice I didn’t recognize, but it was male, so I figured that the probability that it was a fan wasn’t too high.
“Who wants to know?”
“It’s Zac.”
A Hanson. Joy.
“Oh, hey. Yeah, it’s Dave.”
“Cool. Um, I was calling to see if Taylor was by chance over with you guys.”
Taylor? Here?
“No...Why?”
Zac sighed. “Well, he went out and didn’t tell anybody. No big deal really – he does it a lot. My dad just wanted me to call and ask if you guys had seen him.”
“Oh. Nope, sorry.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Sure.”
I was just about ready to hang up when I heard Zac speak again.
“Um...Hey, Dave?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry...I’m sorry that Taylor ignored you today.” He paused. “He’s...I don’t know how to explain it...But he’s an asshole sometimes...”
I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t know how much Zac knew. I didn’t know what he was trying to tell me. “Oh. It’s okay...But thanks.”
“Yeah.”