Chapter 3

I get to Kenny's house at about 3:45. Kenny answers the door and leans against the frame, sporting a cheesy grin. "Heeeey buddy…" then bursts into a fit of laughter. I roll my eyes, he's already high off his ass.

"Hey" I say back.

"Please, please come in!" he moves, allowing me to enter.

We go up to his room and he quickly shuts the door behind us.

"So… what's new with you?" he asks flopping down on his bed, which is only a mattress on the floor.

"Just how high are you right now? You seem pretty gone." I say in a serious tone, joining him on the bed.

"I'm good, I'm good. I'm just a little bit high." He uses a high pitch tone to say the word 'little' and uses his thumb and index finger to gesture 'little'.

"yeah, okay. Sure."

"you seem sad, whatsssss the matter?" he drags out the words, then sits up and puts his chin on my shoulder. I brush him off.

"I'm stressing over something really dumb. My stupid brain is being fucking retarded." I clench my fists and am becoming angry. I don't want to think about this anymore, I really don't. I want it all to stop

"You need to relax man. Here, smoke this with me, ya?" he's holding a pipe and looks at me before wiggling his eyebrows.

I'd never done drugs before. I knew this was not a good idea, but Kenny seemed happy and carefree right now, so maybe I would too. If it would make Kyle leave my personal thoughts, I'd try anything.

"Sure. Why not." I say flatly as I reach for it.

"Seriously? Wait, what?!" he asks in disbelief. "Stan, you don't smoke weed, you're a "good kid" remember? I was completely joking, you know I'd never pressure you. Don't be a retard."

"Just shut the fuck up and tell me how to do this." I say as I put the pipe up to my mouth.

He looks at me skeptically, then takes my hands in his showing me how to hold the pipe. "and then you light and inhale, then take this finger off this hole here is you breathe in. Don't blow out right away, hold it in for as long as you can." He looks nervous as hell and possibly a little disappointed.

I do as I'm told but am only able to hold my breath for three seconds before coughing harder than I ever have in my entire life. I try again, this time making it to 10 seconds, coughing a bit at the end of my exhale.

"I don't feel anything" I frown and do it again.

"Whoah whoah, slow down. That shit's a creeper. Its gonna hit you real hard here in a few minutes."

He takes the pipe from me and uses the end of the lighter to pack the bowl tighter. He takes a few hits and sets it down.

"Okay, now tell your pal Kenny what's going on." He puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Well, I really don't know how to say this, but I don't know who I am anymore. Like, I think I'm having an identity crisis."

Kenny just laughs, "dude, you're being ridiculous. What, are you worried you're gay or something?" He laughs again until he sees that my concerned face hasn't changed… "Oh… Shit dude. Really? You're fucking with me, right?"

"I wish I was… ugh, when is this shit going to kick in? I still feel mad and confused!"

"It will, just give it a minute. Why do you think you're gay?"

"well... because I keep having gay thoughts about someone, It's really frustrating."

"Why don't you just tell Kyle you're hot for him?"

"What? Who said it was Kyle? It's not Kyle!"

"If it wasn't Kyle, you'd be having this conversation, sober, with him" he looks at me with knowing eyes.

"God damn it Kenny! I hate you." I look down at my shoes. And I can feel him smiling, feeling accomplished with his detective skills.

I suddenly look left to right and notice that the edges of my vision are becoming fuzzy. I look over at Kenny and he makes a silly face, for some reason, it's the funniest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. I burst into hard laughter and my sides start to ache from laughing so hard. What the hell? It wasn't even that funny, yet for some reason I have uncontrollable laughter.

"Congrats Stan, you're high." He looks at me with his cheesy grin, and I can tell he's feeling it again too.

"Shiiiiiiiit. Hahahahaha!"

"So anyways, back to you. What do you mean gay thoughts?"

"Come on man, don't make me say it. I was talking to Wendy about it and-" I get cut off.

"Shit dude, I forgot, you're like, with her and you're gay with your super best friend. Damn dude. What did she say? Are you guys still together? How did it even come up?"

"It's a long story man, all I know is that she says that sometimes you can be straight but have lust or feelings for one other person of the same sex."

"Mmm…" he nods showing he's listening.

"She also said maybe I'm bi. I don't know if we're still together. I mean, if your boyfriend was gay wouldn't you break up with him?" I look at him with a face of defeat.

"If I had a boyfriend the point would be that he IS gay."

"you fucking smart ass, you know what I mean." I say, then suddenly start laughing uncontrollably again.

I lay back on the bed clutching my sides and don't stop until I feel a presence over me. I open my eyes and see Kenny hovering over me. All laughing ceases and I suddenly feel a bit scared.

"What are you doing?" I ask cautiously.

"I'm trying to help you. Maybe Wendy is right, maybe it is just Kyle." He says lowering his face toward mine.

"Kenny, you're straight." I breathe shallow, suddenly nervous. I've never kissed anyone but Wendy before. Wendy, a woman. I've never kissed another guy before, I never thought I would want to. Do I want to kiss Kenny? I don't even know. Stupid pot, clouding my brain.

"So?" he laughs "but in all seriousness, you're my friend. Just consider this my way of helping you figure out who you are."

He closes his eyes and presses his lips to mine. It feels strange. Not bad though. It is certainly different than kissing Wendy, that's for sure. He deepens the kiss and licks my bottom lip, biting at it just slightly. I grunt in satisfaction. I open my mouth allowing his tongue to enter, as he climbs the rest of the way on top of me. I tangle my fingers in his greasy blond hair, earning a slight hum from him. I feel myself getting hard. I'm so fucking confused. What the actual fuck is happening to me right now!? I lose all feeling of self-control. I reach my hands up under his shirt behind him, and start scratching his back. I'm completely lost in this moment and I'm not sure if it's the drugs or not, but I find myself wanting more. I reach down for his pants and unbutton them. He stops.

"Whoa, hold on a minute, cowboy." He says and then gets off me.

I feel my face turn beat red. "Sorry" is all I can force out of my throat. It suddenly feels dry. My heart is still pumping quickly, but I'm not sure if it's because of the kiss itself or the sudden feeling of rejection.

"Well?" he says, "How was it? Though I'm not sure I even have to ask." He smiles like the smug asshole he is.

"I… I um… I think I'm bi?" My stomach hurts so much right now, I feel like I could shit a brick.

"Yeah, I would say so too. Either that or I'm just that damn good. I even gave you a stiffy and everything. Haha!" He points to my erection and I feel my whole face burn in shame.

"Shut the fuck up, asshole. Why did you do that to me? Now I feel like a fucking pervert. Fuck!" I clench my eyes shut, trying my hardest to not let the tears come. When my eyes finally open, tears sneak out the corners.

His smile fades and his face turns to one of concern. "It's okay man. It wasn't bad. I mean, I kind of liked it too." He says reassuringly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I do love pussy, and I know you know that."

"So do I! I think… Shit."

"Well, you must enjoy it at least a little when you and Wendy fuck, right?"

"Actually, we've never-"

"You're still holding your v-card man? Damn, I wasn't expecting that. I just figured you'd already gotten lucky."

I shrug. He gets a look on his face like he had a 'light bulb' moment. He grabs his phone and clicks around a bit and then flashes the phone to me. The screen has an image on it.

"Jesus, what the fuck is that?!" I ask as I shove the phone back towards him.

"It's a picture of Bebe's pussy." Seeming proud of his picture he received from her, though I'm sure she wasn't expecting Kenny to show it to her best friend's boyfriend.

"You're such an asshole, something like that is supposed to be private, why are you showing this to me anyways?" I ask annoyed.

"I wanted to see how you'd react, it was pretty fucking hilarious."

I scowl at him. "I think I should go."

"Do you feel better? I mean, now you know it's not just Kyle, though based on how you reacted to seeing the hottest think ever, I would venture to say you aren't bi either."

"I don't know how I feel right now" I admit, feeling bummed again. "I'm gonna go home. Thanks for your help I guess. I'll see you at school tomorrow." I get up and head towards the door.

"you know it babe." He winks and slaps my ass.

I turn around with a smile on my face and flip him off. "fuck you."

Once I am out of there, I take the walk home slowly. I allow all my thoughts to flow freely through my brain. I'm curious how long I was at Kenny's. I'm still high and time seems to be moving strangely; quickly and then extremely slow. I pull out my phone to check the time and notice Wendy finally replied to my text.

"Yes sweetheart, we are still together, you're just a little confused right now. It's not like you actually cheated on me or anything."

I feel my stomach drop and I'm instantly filled with guilt. "Fuck!"

End Ch.3

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