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Yesterday. That was when it happened.

Under that tree in the field of my unlived dreams. That was where it happened.

Well, what happened, you ask?

Do I have to say?

Ehm… well…

Sasuke may have just…y'know…

…My god…

…Alright… Sasuke may have just opened a... err… gay side to me.

That's what happened.

I know. Fuck, right? Just… Fuck.

How does shit like that just happen?!

Homosexuality isn't contagious, is it? I mean, it's not possible for a hot gay guy to just touch you the right way, and poof! (1) You're magically gay too…is it?

I'm really starting to doubt it all.

All I know is that, even though it was the simplest kind of touch, the closeness of his body, the hotness of his breath… all of him made my body do things it shouldn't, especially when he was touching me. A guy. My best friend.

It's not just me who thinks that's fucked up, and I'm sure of that.

Well, yeah. I've been wondering if I should y'know, confide in Sasuke about what I've been feeling. Usually, if it was anything else – anything at all – I wouldn't hesitate to tell him all about it if I thought he would be interested enough. But this...

This is wrong, isn't it? Not so much the homosexual part (oh, come on. Sasuke's my fucking homie!), but the part that reminds me that it's Sasuke whose making me feel like this. The guy I've been really close friends with for what, eight years?

That's just not how the cookie's supposed to crumble.

It's Saturday night, eight o' clock, and I'm off to the cinema with, you fucking guessed it, Sasuke.

It's like a weekly ritual. Every Saturday, he picks me up at eight, drives us off to the local cinema and we watch anything that tickles our fancy.

But this time, I have a feeling it's going to be awkward, at least on my part. If he asks me what's wrong, which, thankfully, has a very slim chance of happening; I really won't know what to say.

I locked the door behind me, slid into the passenger's seat of Sasuke's black, slightly battered, car and we were off on the road, driving steadily to the cinema where a good excuse for not talking to him for a good couple hours laid waiting.

As I listened to Enter Shikari thrumming through the air and into my brain, I could feel Sasuke look at me, then back on the road, switching back and forth rather rapidly. What's he doing?

Rather suddenly, he lay back in his seat and swung his legs as far as part from each other as they would go with those jeans tight enough to be considered bondage material. "Oi, blad," he said, with the right twinge of accent and attitude and his gaze finally firmly fixed on the road.

Damn, I can't help but grin when he does that, even despite my uneasiness. Sasuke doing Gee impressions always had been something that could and would make me snort like a pig on crack. Snort whilst laughing, that is. I'm a proud snorter, I am.

"Don' get all aggy when I tell you dis, yer?" he said, putting almost a Southern American drawl on his voice. He even picked his hand up from the gear stick and did those ever so gangsta hand movements for a few seconds.

The awkward feeling I had had was lifting up from my stomach, replaced instead with the pure urge to laugh like an idiot at Sasuke's impressive show. It was practically raining spit in here. I just couldn't keep it all in! Really, would you have been able to keep a straight face?

"Coz I know you will, eiver way. I just know dese fingz, init."

I had spent my every effort keeping in that bubble of mirth, but it finally burst.

Oh, dear god! Was something even allowed to be this funny? Because I am fucking laughing. If you could see this, you'd be pissing your pants along with me, like, for real dawg.

"So yer. I met dis guy, yer. And…"

I noticed him pause through all my hard laughing, but I couldn't stop long enough to be suspicious.

"And I fink he's sum buff ting, y'know? And I guess he fought I was pretty choong too, coz now…" here, he stopped his whole charade, whipped his legs closer together again, and looked me straight in the eye.

If there was anything that could stop me laughing at this point, it was that freakishly serious look in his eyes. I froze, looking back at him, smile half-dropped. It was almost frightening me, but the thought he fed me of a Gay Gee earlier prevented that.

"Naruto," he dropped the accent and I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to be laughing anymore. "I want you to meet my boyfriend."

…What?

"He's waiting for us at the cinema tonight."

You planned this without telling me, Sasuke?! Since when did you even have a boyfriend?!

"You don't mind… do you?"

I felt his fingers give my jaw a little shove to close my mouth that I had left open after my fit of laughter.

"… No… No, I don't."

He smiled, and it made me wonder why I'm not so happy for him.

Unh… It's probably that gay part of me that was just discovered by Sasuke. Just some kind of after-effect, I guess.

The crunk of the handbrake and the abrupt cut-off from the throaty screams of 'Sorry You're Not A Winner' signified our arrival to Konoha's Cineworld. I stepped out, Sasuke locked his car, and we walked side by side, together with our hoods up, towards the entrance. He turned to look at me for a few seconds, and I think I still saw a little grin on his face. Even though I knew why he was pretty happy, it still was kinda freaky seeing Sasuke just smile for a long period of time.

"Thanks, Naruto." His breath fogged the air in front of his face.

I smile, only slightly, because I just can't get my face to move the muscles any higher, and that makes me feel guilty.

We walked a couple more steps and ambled through the door where the warm heat from the heating washed over us, almost like a blanket, but without the weight. I saw Sasuke's small smile widen a fraction, and he raised a straight palm, keeping the rest of his body still and slightly hunched, just like he always greets me.

A lanky man strode out from besides a leafy plant and up to Sasuke. If ever there was a personification of sex, he (and Sasuke, heh) was it. He was as tall as Sasuke, higher than me by half a head, and he bumped his forehead onto Sasuke's where he left it there, slightly hidden by Sasuke's large hood. They both smiled slightly to each other when Sasuke placed his hands on the pale hipbones that jutted out slightly from his lover's tight, tight, jeans. The redhead placed his thin lips upon Sasuke's, open-mouthed, and then sucked on his upper lip, letting Sasuke mouth his bottom lip.

I looked away.

Great. Third wheel stardom, here I come.

Maybe they'll be done after I go get some popcorn.

"Who's blondie?"

I turned to look back at them. Thank god, they had pulled away, but they still held each other's hips in their hands.

"Naruto," Sasuke replied. "I told you about him already, remember?"

I smiled a bit. Partly as greeting to the redhead, and partly because I guess I'm a bit happy that Sasuke talks about me.

"Eyop," I nodded at him with a grin and my hands in my pockets.

Sasuke let go of his hips, trailing his fingers across to his hand, grabbed it and looked at me.

"This is Gaara," Sasuke smirked. "Say hello, Gaara."

"Hello."

I beamed up at him again, or I tried to. It just seems like my facial muscles decided to take a break today.

We went up to the counter, bought tickets for Saw 3 and made our way to the screen room with bags of popcorn and drinks in hand. We sat in a row somewhere near the middle with Sasuke in between us and me on the edge seat.

Easy escape route.

I wanted to watch this movie, I really did. But when it got to somewhere near half an hour into the film, I just couldn't concentrate anymore. All the little things I started to notice are bugging me. Like how Sasuke and Gaara share their popcorn, whilst I'm left with my own. How they're sitting the same way, whilst my own pigeon-toed feet are set awkwardly. And fucking hell, even how they both have the palest skin in the world, when I'm as brown as I'll ever get. Why does that even bother me now?!

Every time I see them from the corner of my eye, everything they do, every how they look like screams "You're not a part of this, Naruto".

Oh, god. And now they're just plain making out right fucking next to me!

How can I not have expected this to happen?

I probably shouldn't be here anymore. It's not like I can watch the movie with those pants and grunts emanating from that tangle of bodies beside me.

"I'm going to the toilet," I whispered, though I really doubt either of them heard me.

And I stepped down the steps out of the screen room and leant my forehead on the cool wall outside.

This was all just awful fucking timing, wasn't it? Just when Sasuke, my closest ever friend, makes me realise that, just maybe, a part of myself is gay; he asks me to meet his boyfriend. And who am I to say no? Already, I had been so fucking confused about all this stereotypical nonsense, about where I belonged and how I belonged, but I had been kept from being led away by some clique into a world of fake joy and shit, because Sasuke had been the stable, constant, best friend in my life. Sasuke is definitely the person who keeps me from going insane even before all those different cliques started giving me different ideas about life.

But now that he's shown me Gaara…

I guess I've realised that he could slip away from me, just like that. I don't want to sound like I'm not trusting Sasuke's, I guess, loyalty in me, but he could have so much more to focus on than me.

I'm a selfish fucker. I know that. And I know I want Sasuke for myself. He knows that. We discussed it briefly under that tree yesterday.

So… I guess, maybe I should put more faith in him. But I still can't shake this feeling of…

Jealousy.

That's what it is.

But it seems all I've been doing is taking from Sasuke, and I still don't feel satisfied that I've got enough.

Fuck, I'm such a bad man. A bad, bad, man.

What am I supposed to do now?

"Ah, sir. Is something wrong?"

It was a cinema patroller, short and freckled.

"No… No, I'm good."

"Okay, sir. But would it be okay if you waited outside, please?"

"Yeah…Sure," I answered, and I made my way out.

"Thank you," the boy called after me.

I stepped out of the cinema's warm heat, and back into the biting cold, putting my hood up.

I guess I'll walk home tonight.

(1) – Oh, pun definitely intended.


So. I hope that keeps you interested enough to keep reading.

And, please. If you spot any kind of mistakes, please tell me. I kinda rushed this one to get it out. I'm staying up late on a school night, y'know. What a rebel I am, ha.