Mari arrived to the studio and sat down on the bench, waiting for everyone. Her parents had gone off to the meeting room to talk to the director. She pulled out her phone.

'hey matt! stuck here at the ballet studio...help!'

'hahaha you wish! i'm busy with josh, but i'll text you to keep you occupied if you want'

'that would be awesome. why are you with josh?'

'i'm teaching him the best ways to ask a guy out'

Mari frowned. So Matt wasn't intimidated by the thought of asking someone out. That must've meant that he didn't like Mari. She put on a brave face.

'how's he going to ask?'

'Wes. who else?'

'he's liked him for months now'

'true. hey speaking of liking...'

Mari bit her lip. Was this it?

'i think david likes someone but he isnt telling me who'

She sighed, "Dammit."

'um...can you call?'

'sure sure'

She called him, "Matt?"

"What's so important that you need to call me?"

"I think David is gay."

"Gay?" Matt asked, "For who?"

She bit her lip, "Ian."

"Makes sense to me."

"It does?"

"Yeah." He said, "I mean he's always talking about him when he's over here."

"He's always on his Facebook page."

"I didn't know if they had a thing or not. Ian's mentioned him a few times too, and I think if we tried hard enough, we could make it a thing."

"Would you want to try?"

"Sure. You and I would be the only two people still single if they did, though." Matt laughed.

Mari forced a laugh out. Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious. She hated that he thought that was funny.

"Yeah that's a pretty interesting thought."

"It'll be funny, you know?" He shook his head, "I figured that out of five guys, some of us had to be gay. We knew Josh was, but I also knew it wasn't me, Anthony, and I didn't think it was Ian either given his thing with Mel, but I also thought that maybe because of how many times she's ditched him he might be. And David..." He paused, "I get that he's your brother and you're supposed to stand up for him-"

"Matt, I'm agreeing with you."

"He never flirts with girls. I've seen so many of them talk to him, but I can't ever remember him flirting back. Honestly. Every single time a girl comes up to talk to him, he's polite and kind, but he always maintains eye contact and he always seems to be looking at Ian."

Mari smiled. If she helped David get what he wanted, he could help her out.

"Hey, Matt. I have to go, I'll call you back later, okay?"


"Mari?" David groggily asked.

"Are you okay?"

"I was asleep."

"David, it's like ten. You're usually in bed after midnight."

"Ian's upstairs and-"

"What?" She frowned, "You're with Ian?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Anthony is with Kalel at our house."

"Holy shit, David."

"I'll explain later." He sighed, "Can I sleep now?"

"Why are you so tired?"

"I'm emotionally exhausted."

"Why?"

"Pretend I didn't say that."

"No can do, little bro."

"Mari I'm older than you."

"I heard what you said. It's Ian isn't it?"

"Maybe."

"David, darling, I know you like him."

David bit his lip, "Shut up."

"So it's true?"

"You can't tell anyone. Not even Matt."

There was a pause, "I promise."

"Okay. Now why did you call?"

"Can we make a deal?"

"I guess." David rubbed his eyes.

He was exhausted. Ian had ordered pizza, and once it had arrived, they ate in silence, barely saying anything. After a few slices, Ian had gotten up and went upstairs. That was it. He hadn't heard from him after that.

"We can make him like us."

"What?" He frowned, "I'm not into that kind of thing."

"No, I meant you can help me with Matt, and I'll help you with Ian. We can make him like you."

"Oh." David sighed, "Yeah, okay. We can do that."

"You're the best."

"Yeah. Can I go back to bed now?"

"If you'd like. I'll see you in a few days."

"See you then."

Her words echoed in his head all night.

We can make him like you.


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