Kevin sighed as the phone rang and rang. For someone who was so on top of the pulse of all things pop culture, entertainment, tech and social media, his best friend just couldn't keep track of her dang on cell phone.

"Hello?!," a breathless voice in Peach Creek whispered into the phone.

"Nazz?"

"You'll have to speak up. I'm naked."

"Gross, Nazz."

"Ha. You are so gay, Dude. And you're in San Fran! How is the gay capital of the universe?"

"Seriously, Nazz? I wouldn't call this place the gay capital of anything, but it's OK. Guess what, though?"

"Chicken butt?"

"You're a regular comedian. I got the job!"

"Seriously!? That's awesome, Kev! Gotta casa yet?"

"Working on it. The firm says they're sending over someone in the morning to help me out."

"Awesome! So I'm gonna look at tickets then. Say, Fourth of July?"

"Sounds like a plan, my woman."

"I could never be your woman, Kev."

"Thank God. I wouldn't know what to do with you even if I was straight."

"Same thing all the other guys do, Kev. Love me. Love me til you just can't do it anymore.

"Because you're crazy?"

"Something like that," she giggled.

Kevin laughed.

"You gotta get out here, though. I miss you."

"Don't worry, I'll be out soon. But I'm not coming until I know for sure that we're not staying in some rat motel. This is San Fran we're talking about! I want to see it all! And I'm not riding a couch to do it!"

"Noted."

"See the red head lately?," Angela asked as she whipped up some stir fry in the kitchen.

"No," Edd sighed from the couch as he closed his laptop. He hated bringing work home, but until he could get through this next project, he'd eat, sleep and live with his laptop.

"Could of been just a tourist."

"Just our luck, huh?"

"You mean your luck. I'm straight, remember?"

Edd stuck his tounge out in her general direction.

"How could I forget?," he said as sarcastically as he could muster.

She just giggled.

Their arrangement was odd. They met in college. He was from Chicago, she was a San Fran native. Thus, the house on Steiner St. Her family had owned it for years. Now it was her's. They moved into it after they graduated. She taught dance and he was a researcher at a biotech firm with headquarters in Silicon Valley. But while they were the best of friends, their friends with benefits arrangement was so off putting that they usually were each other's only companions. They had separate rooms, but an open door policy. They were always open and honest about it when it looked like the person they were dating wanted to be exclusive.

She had plenty of guys and girls accuse her of being a whore. He was the bane of most of the gay and bi guys in their neighborhood. They tried to explain that they would never cheat on a partner who wanted to be exclusive, but they had to recognize that to date one of them was to know that they were still living with their "ex" and had no plans to stop because they loved them on a level that not many people can experience in their lives. Also, it was Angela's house. No way in hell was she leaving it or sending her best friend packing because some people couldn't handle how they lived their lives. The rent in San Francisco was too damn high for Edd to live alone. Why not live in a paid for house on Steiner St?

So they made a life together. As best they could anyways.

"You've been thinking about him, haven't you?," she asked over wine on the deck after dinner.

Edd had been super quiet lately. He only got quiet when he had another guy on his mind. Girls he could dish about with her because she was one and had plenty of experience and advice to give to him. Not that he needed it. They'd been living together for about 4 years now, so he already knew how to handle a girlfriend. Men were a different story.

"I blame you for that," he said as he cut his eyes at her, another pink blush on his cheeks.

"Excuse me for noticing a shirtless redhead running down the street," she giggled.

"Those eyes, though," he mused as he ran his hand through his hair again.

"Tell me about it," she said as she waggled her eyebrows at him.

He shot her a look. She just snickered.

Nazz got tickets for Memorial Day Weekend instead. It was way cheaper than the Fourth of July. As they cruised the Farmer's Market in Kevin's new neighborhood, the redhead couldn't believe his luck. He spotted the blue eyed, curly headed guy from his jog a few weeks before.

"Check him out, Nazz," he nearly squealed to his best friend as she looked over some strawberries.

"Whoa," the blond replied.

"Cute, huh?"

"I'll say. But he's got a girl," she noted as she saw Angela walk up to Edd and hand him a bouquet of wildflowers. He took out a daisy and stuck it in her Afro puff.

"I saw them together when I went out for a jog my first night here. Didn't seem like they were together together, you know?"

Nazz shrugged.

"I guess. This is San Francisco. Who knows, you know?"

Kevin gave her and look and she shrugged.

"Look, Kev, I get that you're gay, but it doesn't mean that I understand it."

"What's to understand? I like guys like you like guys."

"Still..."

"Stop it, Nazz. I need to get you out of Peach Creek. Let you see a little more of the world from my side of things."

"Meh."