“Fog?”
“The blue sky that comes right after, asshole. How are we even friends?”
“We’re not.”
“No, we’re not. We’re more than that.”
“Family, babe. We’re family.” I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers.
“Damn right. And since I would be the older sister in this equation-“
“By two months – that is hardly older.”
“I’ll take it. Your older sister says you need to go out and suck a damn dick. Maybe it would put you in a better mood.” She rolled her eyes and broke another egg.
“You’renot as funny as you think.”
“Or as wrong asyouthink.”
“I didn’t say you were…wrong. I mean… A date would be nice, eventually.”
She blew hair out of her face and walked over to the sink to wash her hands. “This town does have a few other gay men in it, you know. Honestly, I’ve always been amazed by how fucking many of you there are. Maybe that’s why I’m still single?” Every good-looking guy is a friend of Dorothy.”
“I saw… uh… Tim the other day,” I said sheepishly, already knowing what it was she would say. Tim was one of the two boys in high school that I used to fantasize about. Why did I have to have a thing for jocks with big biceps and bad attitudes?
“Slut. Tim is straight, and just because you’ve been jonesing to wrap your hands around his shaft since high school doesn’t mean it’s gonna happen. Why do gay guys have things for straight jock boys.”
“It’s a thing. I don’t know. He still looks really hot.” I shrugged as I walked over to put my mixture in the freezer. “I mean, all those muscles in that t-shirt were nice to look at.”
“He has two kids. Trust me, he is no longer hot. It’s an infallible truth. Besides, anyone who would marry that treacherous, lying hellhound of a cheerleader deserves the pain of fiery pits in hell.” She had never forgiven Pam for being a real bitch in high school. I didn’t blame her. Pam was pure evil. She used to make all the Freshman girls get down on their stomachs in the hallways so the football players could ogle. She had been gross.
“He seemed happy to see me.”
“He would be happy to see anyone besides his wife. Pam’s a fucking harpy. Those kids have no chance at life if she’s raising them. They probably feast on old, dried-up carcasses of roadkill. I bet they even have fangs.”
“He seemed ok. But said that he was getting divorced. We didn’t talk too long because he had a game. Did you know his parents died, and he now owns the Burger Barn? I need to talk to him about all of this shit we’re dealing with.”
“Honey, yes. This is a small town. I know everything. Pam was a bitch, and just left him, apparently. As for the Burger Barn, he owns it, but he’s never over there. He’s busy at his real job at the high school. Did he tell you he’s the coach of the baseball team?”
“He played football.”
“No one cares. Sports ball is sports ball, isn’t it?” She smirked as she pulled her hair back and tightened her ponytail. Her blonde hair had white streaks of flour in it. “Men like him always seem to land on top.”
“I am hopeless. I hadn’t thought about him in… years. Then there he was, looking just as gorgeous as he always did. He smiled, and I melted. I reverted ten years.”
“You reverted ten years for dick you can’t even have. What about Brock? Did you know he owns the bookstore now?” She started spooning the batter into the cupcake pan.
“I don’t have time to read. Brock and I are not a match.” Brock had been nice, but we never really clicked as anything other than friends.
“Do you have to be a match to suck a dick? He’s available and can get it up. He’s also sweet and very handsome.”
She always got right to the point. “You’re horrible. Spoon that batter and stop trying to get me laid. I fail at that enough on my own without your help.”
“Well, at least you seem to actually be over the real asshole of your past. I haven’t heard his name mentioned in about ten days. It’s a fucking record.”
“Ben is super dead to me. I did wonder if he might come to the ten-year reunion, though. That would be weird, wouldn’t it?”
Ben had always been the man that I thought about. When we were six, we became fast friends and spent all of our time together. Then things changed all because of one night in a tent where we did things that must have scared him after he had time to think about it. He had started it, and I was happy my first experience was with him. Then, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, even when he… He became a real asshole, and we never really spoke again. But I still thought about him more than was healthy. It’s hard to forget your first crush, even after they crushed you.
