Mags and Squid were my best friends at Camp Green Lake. But when the camp
was closed, and everyone went home, Mags, Zero, and Caveman were the ones
closest. So I stuck with Mags and Caveman, and got Zero for free. I spoke
with Squid once a week on the phone, but we were both busy with school and
Community Service work, so we didn't see each other often.
When I told him I was gay, he freaked. I haven't spoken to him since.
I love Magnet. I really do. He's sexy, Mexican, everything I've ever wanted in a soul mate. Everything. Shorter than me - so much shorter he can sit in my lap and just barely see eye to eye with me. I like that, too. I love the feeling of control I get out of that, that he has to stand on a stool to kiss me. Or I have to kneel on the ground, which I'm sure HE prefers. Still, we love each other and our relationship is private enough that just Caveman and Zero know.
Come to think of it, Caveman and Zero are pretty damn friendly sometimes. And last time Caveman had a sleepover with us guys, Zero's sleeping bag was pretty damn close.
And I'm almost certain Zero sleeps in Stanley's bed when it's just the two of them. I dunno 'bout you, but that's pretty friendly for just friends, where I come from.
'Course, where I come from is a two bedroom apartment in the slums. One bedroom for my parents and baby sis, the other for me and my five brothers. The walk-in closet for the older of my sisters, who slept on a pile of coats.
You did not leave anything in your coat pockets you wanted to see again.
"Ziggy," Mags smiled. If I was a cat, I would be purring. He looks adorable when he smiles. "Ziggy, my tía is outta town, and my siblings are at my tío y tía's, down in Miami. You wanna stay at my house this week?"
I love summer vacation. Magnet, as the oldest boy, was always left behind to look after the house. My parents cared little if I left the apartment for days, so long as my chores got done and I came back fed.
"When DON'T I wanna stay at your house, Magsie?"
"Sounds like a plan then, eh?"
"Allow me to get my things, mon chére."
Magnet actually blushed - my French to his Spanish, it was only fair. However, Magnet did not usually say things like "my dear." It happened on occasion, but it was still quite rare. Very sweet, however, when it did.
When I told him I was gay, he freaked. I haven't spoken to him since.
I love Magnet. I really do. He's sexy, Mexican, everything I've ever wanted in a soul mate. Everything. Shorter than me - so much shorter he can sit in my lap and just barely see eye to eye with me. I like that, too. I love the feeling of control I get out of that, that he has to stand on a stool to kiss me. Or I have to kneel on the ground, which I'm sure HE prefers. Still, we love each other and our relationship is private enough that just Caveman and Zero know.
Come to think of it, Caveman and Zero are pretty damn friendly sometimes. And last time Caveman had a sleepover with us guys, Zero's sleeping bag was pretty damn close.
And I'm almost certain Zero sleeps in Stanley's bed when it's just the two of them. I dunno 'bout you, but that's pretty friendly for just friends, where I come from.
'Course, where I come from is a two bedroom apartment in the slums. One bedroom for my parents and baby sis, the other for me and my five brothers. The walk-in closet for the older of my sisters, who slept on a pile of coats.
You did not leave anything in your coat pockets you wanted to see again.
"Ziggy," Mags smiled. If I was a cat, I would be purring. He looks adorable when he smiles. "Ziggy, my tía is outta town, and my siblings are at my tío y tía's, down in Miami. You wanna stay at my house this week?"
I love summer vacation. Magnet, as the oldest boy, was always left behind to look after the house. My parents cared little if I left the apartment for days, so long as my chores got done and I came back fed.
"When DON'T I wanna stay at your house, Magsie?"
"Sounds like a plan then, eh?"
"Allow me to get my things, mon chére."
Magnet actually blushed - my French to his Spanish, it was only fair. However, Magnet did not usually say things like "my dear." It happened on occasion, but it was still quite rare. Very sweet, however, when it did.