The Morning After
"My head is going to explode." Chris sobbed into his hands. This had to be the worst hangover he had ever had in his life. The one memory he had of his birthday night was everyone arriving kissing his boyfriend in front of everyone (embarrassing as hell) and his awkward conversation with Darren.
"Yea last night was deff a success." Ashley laughed taking a seat at the table they'd been assigned to by their waitress at the hotel breakfast bar.
"I wore short-shorts." He frowned.
"Yes, you did." She handed him four Advil tablets.
"Why?"
"You tell me."
"To be sexy. Did he think I was sexy?"
"Roberto or Darren?" Ashley asked with knowing eyes.
"I don't like you."
"Chris, you have a boyfriend who could be in love with you, if you don't feel the same end it now."
"He's great and Darren is straight, so..." He really didn't even know what point he was trying to make,but he did know that he did not want to talk about this.
"Do you like him?"
"Who?"
"Both I guess."
"Yea, I adore Roberto. He's funny, smart, cute...Darren is just romanticized. Ash, I think I have a crush on Blaine Anderson." She laughed at this but they both knew Chris was avoiding.
"So Roberto, he's gonna be around for a while?"
"Yea, maybe even longer."
"Ooo, so this is real!" She clapped her hands together a little mockingly. "Have you two done the nasty yet?"
"Ashley!" Chris' face went red immediately, as it always did at the mention of himself and intimacy. "Eat your pancakes!"
"Oh come on, I've been sooo good. I wanted to ask you ages ago!"
"Well the answer is no." He said quietly.
"Okay." They ate in silence till Chris spoke again.
"I just...I don't really like being touched, and that is all about touching. It just...it's just going to take me a while to get there. I'm weird aren't I?"
"No! I Know you have intimacy issues. Listen, you're 22 years old, I was a virgin at 22."
"You're a girl, it's different."
"Yes, and it's different for everyone. Don't rush things just to get rid of your v-card, it's really not that big of a deal Christopher. Be proud you're not a slut."
"Can I be a little slutty?"
"No."
"Trampy?"
"Eat your omelet!"
