It's Saturday night, Gordie is on his date and Chris is laying in bed at home studying alone.
"Quare…um…where?" Chris quizzed himself then looked at the paper.
"FUCK!! Because of which thing! Why cant I get that one?" Chris said, frustrated at himself.
"fuck it!" said Chris, giving up and throwing the notebook across the room.
He just sad there and started trying to think of something to do. After a while, his mind inevitably wandered to Gordie. He started wondering what he was doing. He got up to automatically went to call him, then he remembered the date.
"FUCK!…fuck, fuck, fuck" Chris said, swaying his head to the side with every syllable.
"I bet he's with her right now." Chris said aloud to himself, not knowing exactly why he cared.
"If he gets hurt, its his own fault" Chris told himself.
After Chris said this, he started thinking about it and all the good things that Gordie had said about her. He began to realize that he was worrying over nothing. Gordie was not an idiot. He knew what he was doing. Haley actually seemed like a really nice girl, Chris admitted to himself. For some reason, these thoughts did not comfort him at all. The queasy feeling in his stomach only increased.
Without warning, an image of Haley and Gordie making out popped into his mind. He suddenly felt extremely nauseous. The feeling was so overwhelmingly strong that he almost had to get up to run to the bathroom. After a few minutes, the urge to puke lessened enough for Chris to think clearly and realize that this was NOT a normal reaction for someone to have about their best friend.
"Shouldn't he be happy for him?" Chris asked himself.
"I mean, he's my best friend, I should want him to be happy. And happy people have girlfriends right?"
His head shouted "yes!" and Chris knew it was right, but that strange nauseous feeling was coming back.
"What the fuck is wrong with me!?" Chris asked out loud
"I must be coming down with something. That's the only logical explanation, right? It can't have anything to do with the fact that Gordie has a girlfriend can it? I mean, why in the world would I care about that? I'm not a fag! That's for sure! That's disgusting!" Chris said.
"Right?…Of Course it is!" Chris said heatedly.
"It's just that girl! She's just so…so…ulggh! Look at this, thinking of her must get me so mad that I can't think properly! Cuzz she's such a…uggh! I mean, it would be different if he were trying to get with…with…" but as Chris sat there and thought, he couldn't think of a single person that he could picture Gordie with.
"Damn! I hate her so fucking much that I can't think of anything else!" Chris rationalized.
"It's not like I'm being irrational. I'm just being protective of my best friend. Isn't everyone? He's protective of me! Why is it so wrong for me to want to be protective back? Sure, he's protecting me from being beat and I'm protecting him from something he thinks he wants, but that's was friends are for right? To see for each other when the other is blind to the truth!"
"Blinded by some blond bimbo! She's not even that pretty! Sure, all the guys dig her. Well one of them can have her! Gordie's too good for her! He's talented, and funny, and nice, and a good listener, and there's no reason he should have to lower himself to her level when he's got me!" Chris finished in a rush, then realized what he had just said.
"For a friend. Not when he has me for a friend." Chris quickly explained.
"Not like that! No way man! Eew!" Chris exclaimed. Yet, when a vision of him and Gordie popped into his head, there was no feeling of nausea. In fact, thinking of Gordie had always been a source of comfort.
He suddenly realized that thinking of him and Gordie together didn't make him sick. In fact, he kind of liked it… a lot.
"Oh my gosh…am I gay?"
Sorry this chapter's so short guys, but I didn't know what else to write. Don't worry though, chapter four will be up very soon! I already know what's gonna happen, I just have to find time to sit down and write it out. Come on y'all, send me reviews!!