My fiancé is gay.
I liked Derby a lot, he was handsome well bred and had money. We had known each other since birth since we were cousins; we were betrothed to each other.
But he has a friend though, I can't really say they're best friends since they argue more then necessary.
I hate his friend.
His friend is a filthy democrat.
But I'm nice to him, because I know Derby would have wanted it anyways.
How did I miss it anyways? I wonder sometimes as I lie in my dorm room and think about him. Derby doesn't go anywhere without this friend of his. They are alpha and beta for our prep clique so they were always together. They fight together; work together, and do just about everything together.
Free periods anyone can see them sitting together, sometimes I sit with them.
Sure they argue everyday, but they make up easily as if their hearts weren't in the arguments anyways and as if they can't stand being apart from the other.
I looked closer and began to see the stolen glances.
I saw them brushing their hands together on more than one occasion when they thought no one was looking.
All the democrat speeches that spilled from my fiancés friend's mouth would be countered with a smack to the back of his head. No one noticed the small smile exchanged between them. As if they were saying "Our political views will never get in the way."
They walk closer to each other more than necessary. And all the jokes about girls are awkward, as if they don't really like talking about it. It took me awhile to realize but one day, I noticed Derby practically sitting in Bif's lap. Then I had to admit it. My fiancé is gay.
I don't know why Derby picked the red head though, I could think of many other boys who would be better for him. But who am I to stand in their way?