This is an MMF romance, meaning two guys and a girl. I won't say more in order not to give too much away. There will be POVs from all three characters throughout the story. I had writers' block but these guys pulled me through it with the help of MeteorOnAMoonlessNight.
Jasper.
"Gah, I can never get enough of that man." I watch as Alice swoons over the television, holding the remote hostage. "You just wait until it comes on. It's another five minutes."
"When you said pizza and movies, I thought you found a new slasher you wanted to introduce me to," I say a little bored. I really don't want to watch a prime-time show about sports. "Since when are you interested in some kind of Tyra show about sports?" I wonder, sipping my beer.
"Jasper, you're no fun!" Alice whines.
"You're lucky you're my best friend," I tease.
"You're gonna thank me later. I can't believe you've never heard of The Cullen Commentator," she goes on, her sleek black hair dragging on the floor as she gets comfy on the faux-sheepskin rug by the couch.
"That's because I'm not interested in group sports and the people who preach about them."
"You ought to get online more often," she huffs.
"Nah, I despise the influencing world and everything around it. Plus, I'd rather live my life anonymously and on the background," I tell her.
"You'll be single forever, dude." Alice is sometimes like a broken record. She goes on and on and on.
"I get laid more often than you do, Insta Queen," I retort.
"Yikes, that one hurt more than my first brazilian."
"No need for details about your vagina."
"Do you even know what a vag looks like?" she jokes. "It's been a while since you saw one up close and personal, right? About twenty-five years ago when you were born, isn't that right?"
I roll my eyes at my ultra-dramatic friend.
"I'm gay. Not a leper."
"Then where does that rotten flesh smell come from?" she laughs.
"Probably that nasty sunburn you're sporting on your back."
"You're full of comebacks tonight, aren't you?"
"Your show's about to start, Ali." I nod to the screen, glad for the little interruption.
Show music spreads through the sound bar perched on the glass media set in the middle of Alice's living room.
"Good evening, folks! Welcome to The Cullen Commentary, these are your hosts; Rosalie Hale and Edward Cullen!"
As the audience applauds on cue and the camera pans in on the sofa where the hosts sit, my heart sinks into my shoes and beats rapidly.
"So, Edward, are you ready for an All Star night?" The woman asks. She's stunner, a statuesque honey-blonde that I've seen on magazine covers before. I think she's a former figure skating champion.
But as the camera zooms in on her conversation partner, I choke on the beer and cough like I've been possessed.
No. Fucking. Way.
It can't be.
"What's going on with you, Jasper?" Alice whips her head around to look at me with a curious expression as I cough up my left lung.
His velvety voice confirms it.
The eyes do as well even though he wore glasses.
That copper hair is a dead giveaway even if it was dark and he was wearing a black beanie over it.
I fucked that guy last week and he's been texting me ever since.
He told me his name was Masen.
But Alice just told me he's the babe magnet of the year.
"Jas, you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost," Ali remarks.
I grab my phone and play with the edges of the case, my nails raking along the tire-like texture.
Me: Want to see you again…
Masen: Tomorrow, 11:30, Gents?
Me: It's a date xo
Masen: Can't wait ;)
I wonder if he's the same person or whether he's got an identical twin running around town somewhere.