Movie. What's my favorite kind of movie?”
“Is there a point to this?”
“Please, Lucy. What's my favorite movie?”
“Horror. Why?”
“No reason,” I sighed as I slouched back in the chair.
“And would you stop that! Please? It's distracting,” she said as she
slammed her hand down on top of mine to stop me from twirling my ring.
I jerked my hand out from under hers so I could cross my arms over my
chest.
“What's with you today?” Her tone was saturated with distaste.
“Nothing.”
“Well, you're being awfully annoying for nothing to be wrong,” she
retorted. “Go ahead, Josh. I'm listening now.”
I could feel the cold emanating from her and flowing in my direction. It
had been this way for a while I just didn't want to see it.
Danny and Josh looked at me and then awkwardly focused on other
things.
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Well, I would tell Danny. I'd probably edit for Josh. That is if there was
anything worth editing.
“Joshua Roberts, you had better get your butt on the move!” Danny
hollered as he walked down the stairs.
I was nervously waiting for them to leave as I pretended to watch TV in
the front room.
“We're going to be late.”
“So the hair crisis is under control I see.”
“A stray hair will never win between a bottle of gel and a gay man,” he
declared with a smile. “Joshua!”
“I'm coming. I'm coming.”
I heard his sandals click on the stairs and I waited to see if the mental
image matched the real one. To my non surprise it did.
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Don't worry I won't embarrass you. I'm just going to check out his
friends. Maybe his grades and definitely his track record with the ladies.”
“Jackson Ryan Taylor, I swear to whatever holy being there maybe that
I will personally rip you a...”
“Whoa, calm down. She's violent,” he whispered only for Danny. “Can't I
be concerned?”
“Yes, so long as you keep your mouth shut.”
“What?”
“Not a word, Jack. I mean it.”
“Moira...”
“Not a word!”
I stormed out of the bathroom and that was the end of that
conversation
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she was lying to him.”
“But she is lying to him. You are lying to him aren't you?” Darren asked
as he turned to me.
“Of course!”
“But the priest didn't know she was lying. Afterward, Moira had to chase
Jacobi down to tell him the truth and then he hit her.”
“He hit you?!”
“Just in the arm. And even though it was supposed to be a hit it felt
more like a love tap.”
“You guys! Y'all are making me skip over the best part!”
“Right, the part where Moira is doomed to burn in hell. I almost forgot.
Go ahead,” Darren encouraged.
Stichwörter: humor love gay gay-and-lesbian for-danny
We were still twirling around the tiny parking lot when the neighbors
screamed 'Happy New Year'. Unfortunately we weren't sober enough to
realize that was our cue to call it a night. Josh had a new beer in his hands,
Danny was eating the last hot dog and Darren and I were still dancing
when the cops showed up.
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