Matt, Randy and Jeff walked into a local bar. Randy knew the owner, and on the condition that Jeff wouldn't drink, he was allowed in. They all sat in a booth, Matt on one side, Jeff and Randy on the other. Jeff pulled off his hoodie, wearing a wifebeater under it with his hella-faded, tight jeans. Randy whistled as this waitress in short black shorts walked by. She turned around, smiling at him.
"Hey Randy!" She said excitedly, pulling her hair over her shoulder.
"Hey sweetheart, can you get me two beers and a rootbeer?" Randy asked, winking.
"Sure thing." She replied with a flirty smile, walking over to the bar.
"I'm 20…" Matt said.
"But you drink?" Matt nodded. "Then enjoy, dude, it's all on my tab." Randy laughed.
"You come here often, don't you?" Matt questioned.
"Well, yeah, usually hang out here right before work starts." Randy said, as the waitress set their drinks down. "Thank you, darlin', tell Bruno to put it on my tab." She nodded, winking and walking away. Jeff sipped his drink timidly, looking around. Randy put his arm around him, touching his cheek lightly, causing him to turn his face toward him. Randy rubbed his nose against his, smiling.
"We're in public…"
"So? Everyone here knows I'm bi, don't worry, boo." Randy whispered, kissing him softly.
"But my age…"
"Shhh, you look 18, don't worry about it." Randy smiled at him, turning to look up. "Bruno! Hey man." He high-fived the owner of the bar, a tall man, Mexican, with a mustache wearing a fedora.
"Hey, was just coming over to see what's going on, haven't seen you in a while. Who's this fella?" He pointed at Jeff. Matt sipped his beer as Randy replied.
"This is my boo, Jeff, meet Bruno, he's a good friend of mine." Jeff smiled shyly.
"You are adorable." Bruno said.
"Bruno here's gay, he's been chasing my ass for years, I knew he'd take to you nicely." Randy whispered causing Jeff to giggle.
"I'm serious, you are just stunning, those cheekbones, those eyes, jesus Randy, where do you find ones like this?" Bruno asked.
"In cellars at brothels." Randy said jokingly, Bruno not noticing the truth to his words.
"Well, you're welcome here anytime, beautiful." Bruno smiled at Jeff, looking up at his brother. "Oh god, another one? Randy!"
"Nah, this is Jeff's brother, Matt." Matt shook Bruno's hand, faking a smile.
"You are beautiful too, goodness, looks run in the family." Bruno exclaimed. Randy chuckled.
"He's straight, I'd keep a distance."
"Like that ever stops me?" Bruno laughed. Randy nodded.
"That's true."
"Well, enjoy your drinks, honestly, have a good time, mi casa es tu casa." Bruno said, waving as he walked away. Matt laughed softly.
"Wow, you have some… friendly friends." He said, taking a swig of his beer.
"I sure do… characters, they are." Randy replied, grabbing Jeff's hand. "Come on, you're dancing with me." Jeff's eyes widened.
"N-No…" Randy looked at him.
"Why not?" He asked.
"It's… embarrassing." Jeff blushed. Randy laughed, pulling him up.
"When you're that beautiful, nothing's embarrassing, now come on." Jeff sighed, following him to the dancefloor. "Starstruck" by Lady GaGa was playing. Randy pulled him into the middle of everyone, grabbing his hips and watching him stand there nervously. "Come on…" He slightly moved Jeff's hips. "You got hips made for dancing, babe." He whispered, as Jeff slightly swayed his hips from side to side. "There you go." Randy kissed him as he giggled and turned around, rubbing his ass against his crotch. Randy's eyes widened as he held his hands up, not touching him.
"Okay, you win, this is fun." Jeff said, turning his head to face Randy as he grinded his entire body back against Randy's. Randy laughed, running his hands down Jeff's chest.
"I told you." He grinned at Jeff, kissing him while moving his hips forward with Jeff's every grind. Randy bit his lip. Jeff's curves just melded into his body, it's like they belonged together, fit together, like a piece in a puzzle. Randy picked Jeff up, causing him to squeal delightfully as he wrapped his legs around Randy's waist. Randy set him down as a slower song started. He put his hands on Jeff's hips and pulled him close to him.
I feel it, you feel it We're like
Romeo and Juliet When we make love its overwhelming I said this
world, this world. So we take it and each moment our love grows When we make love
its overwhelming And I said this world, this world I don't need
three wishes And I said this world, this world
That this was meant to be.
I
know it, you know it
That you were made for me.
We can't deny
this any longer
Day by day its getting stronger.
I want it,
you want it
It's what the people want to see.
Families Can't divide us
Like the tallest
mountain on the widest sea
Nothing's big enough to hide us.
I just touch the
heavens
You're an angel, you're an angel
Could leave us anyday
But my love for you,
it will never go away.
And I don't wanna go to sleep
Cuz' you
are like a dream
For every night I say a prayer,
And I swear
you are the answer
You're an angel, you're an angel, you're an
angel.
I see
it, you see it,
What we have is made of gold
We're so filled
with meaning,
Nothing can make us shallow.
So I hold it, and
you hold it
The promise of tomorrow.
I just touch the heavens.
You're an angel,
you're an angel
Could
leave us anyday
But my love for you, it will never go away.
And
I don't wanna go to sleep
Cuz' you are like a dream
For every
night I say a prayer,
And I swear you are the answer
You're
an angel, you're an angel, you're an angel.
Oh I just need one
For us to never be finished
For us to never be done
When they say it's over
We'll just
say I love you
And when they say it's finished
We'll just
keep on building.
Could
leave us anyday
But my love for you, it will never go away.
And
I don't wanna go to sleep
Cuz' you are like a dream
For every
night I say a prayer,
And I swear you are the answer
You're an angel.
Tears leaked out of Jeff's eyes softly as Randy looked up at the speaker.
"Reminds you of this one crazy couple, don't it?" Randy asked, smiling. Jeff nodded, smiling back, pressing their foreheads together. "God, we're so cheesy." Randy busted up laughing, causing Jeff to giggle. They walked back to Matt, hand-in-hand, and all three left the bar, cracking jokes and laughing.
The next day, Randy went with Jeff to a doctor's appointment. He sat in the small room with Jeff, running his fingers over the spot on his arm where they drew blood, covered by gauze and medical tape. The doctor walked in with a clipboard, sighing, sucking on his cheek. Both men looked up at him.
"My my my, Jeffrey…"
"What?" Jeff said, a bit too loud.
"Your t-cell count is low." The doctor said. Jeff's mouth fell open.
"What does that mean?" He asked, swallowing hard.
"Well, Jeff, probably for the rest of your life, your t-cell count will be monitored." The doctor showed him the clipboard, a large graph on it. "When you first came in, you were at about 400… it's dropped to 275, and I can't imagine why…" The doctor tapped his pen against his lip.
"What does that mean?!" Jeff asked, fighting tears, the doctor's behavior was terrifying him.
"Calm down, Jeff, you're fine." The doctor said, smiling at him. "It just means I need to put you on a higher dosage of antibiotics, we need to keep that t-cell count above 350." Jeff and Randy both let out a huge sigh of relief.
"Don't scare us like that, doc." Randy said, holding a hand over his heart.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you two." The doctor chuckled. "I'll go write up that prescription, be back in a jiffy." The doctor left the room, still chuckling to himself.
"Of course your healthplan gets me the wacko doctor." Jeff muttered, looking at his t-cell chart.
"Hey, it's better then no doctor." Randy said. Jeff looked up at him, a smile creeping acrossed his face.
"Did that doctor say 'jiffy'?" He asked, cracking up into near hysterics. Randy laughed with him, sighing.
"I think he did." He said, causing them both to start giggling again. The doctor came back in and they both held straight faces.
"Here you are. I'll see you in a month Jeffrey." Jeff nodded as him and Randy walked by, grabbing the piece of paper, walking into the lobby and out the door. They hurried to the car, both getting in, slamming the doors, and busting up laughing.
"Wow, we got here in a JIFFY, didn't we, boo?" Randy chuckled, holding a hand over his stomach.
"Ow, it hurts to laugh." Jeff giggled, grabbing his own abdomen.
"Oh god, let's go home." Randy sighed, turning the key in the ignition.
"Thank god… but Ran?" Jeff looked up.
"Yeah?"
"I suddenly want some peanut butter." Laughter filled the car as they drove out of the hospital parking lot.
