These two have good chemistry. I'd rather them stay super close friends. Let TJ be asexual.

I need to work on Youthful Rebellion.

"She was totally hitting on you."

"What? No way."

"She was! She was shameless about it, too! You mean you didn't notice her trying to show off her tits to you?"

On this rainy sunday afternoon, Spinelli settled over across the street, in TJ's house. The two of them were holed up in his living room, watching some trashy horror movie. They didn't pay it much attention in favor of the lighthearted conversation they were having. The conversation about the pool party the day before at Ashley A.'s house. Spinelli wasn't one to go to any of their parties, but seeing the frustration on the blonde Ashley's face as she tried her hardest to flirt with TJ, only to be met with no results. . . .

It was worth it.

"I mean, yeah, but she was wearing a bikini, I didn't think she could help it," said TJ. "Why would she do that on purpose?"

"Because she wants your dick, dude," said Spinelli. "She wants it bad."

"Like you did?"

"Yeah, except I actually got it."

The two of them shared a small laugh. Spinelli readjusted her position. The two of them laid on the couch, with him on his back and her laying on top of him. Being able to just cuddle with a dude with no sexual undertones was something she appreciated, and goddamn was she starved for just being held.

"So are you telling me you don't notice any of the chicks in school hitting on you?" Spinelli asked. "Because there's a lot."

"I notice a little bit, I just don't pay it a lot of attention. I'm just not interested in that sort of thing, remember?" He said. "Even you had to be really direct about it."

"Right. It was hot as fuck that day and I was sick of you not catching on," she said. "You think you're ever gonna come out and tell everyone you're ace?"

"I dunno. Is it that big of a deal?"

"To me? Nah. I still get eaten out either way, so. . .but I do wanna see the disappointment in all those girls faces," said Spinelli. "There's going to be a collective groan of disappointment, I just know it."

"Some of the guys already think I'm gay."

"Ha, really? How'd that happen?"

"They were talking about girls in the locker room, you know, regular locker room talk junk, and some of them noticed me not really adding anything to the conversation, I guess? They wanted me to say something, and I said something like why would they put that much effort in just for sex, is it really that big of a deal? Then they asked me if I was gay. I neither confirmed nor denied it, I just left. And I'm pretty sure at least half of them think I'm gay. I don't really care enough to correct them."

Spinelli couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Christ. The guys are confused why you aren't losing your mind over every chick with a big enough chest and the girls are confused as to why none of their techniques are working on you. You're a real mystery, Teej."

"Is it really that many girls?" He asked.

"Yeah! You look good, dude! Real handsome," she said. "You got those freckles, you're genuinely sweet, nice to everyone, things girls like. Ashley A. likes ya, obviously. Ashley B. does, too. Clarissa, Tammy, Miranda, Lucille, just to name a few. They all think you're a sweetie. A real teddy bear."

"Ah. Well, sorry to disappoint them, I guess," said TJ. "I'm rather be with you. We got a nice thing going here."

"We do! We're already best friends, and I'm super okay with not fucking if you don't want to."

"I don't mind it if you really need it, just don't expect me to to be the one to initiate things," he said. "You really think it'll be a big deal?" Spinelli nodded. "I'm gonna post it on facebook. We'll see what it's like at school tomorrow."

He felt around the floor for his phone. After unlocking it, he typed out a simple post telling everyone about him being asexual, and tossed the phone aside. There. Whatever happens tomorrow, he would deal with it then.