'Let's name one Squirrel, the other Gravy, after you of course.'
'Epic Failure Standup Comic!'
Wade laughed until one lump bumped against his ear, wonderful weird place to be, with the side of his face pressed into the slightly swelled belly of not his wife, but husband, an utterly astounding thing.
''They can punch and kick almost as good as I do.'
'Miss Foxy left you.'
'What now?'
'She dumped you. Or you split, broke up...what happened?'
'who blabbed?!'
'Mike was here and said he'd seen them together. So what happened?'
'Women hate to be second place.'
'Okayyyyy.'
'We couldn't work things out...i was with my friends more than her and we decided it was best to be apart.'
'That can't be all.'
'That's all.'
'It's not.'
'You can tell?'
'Twitchy eyelids.'
'Urgh, of course. If I say it once, would you NOT spill to anyone?'
'Never ever, I promise.'
'You.'
'What about me?'
'Don't make me go through the list. I... I said your name.'
Heath actually felt the warmth, candle light glow, on his skin as his husband's face darkened to beet.
'You called my name while you two were...oh that is PRICELESS!'
'Don't you dare tell anyone!'
Two lumps shifted from side to side during the loling.
'See, you DO love me!'
'I blame the high alcohol content.'
'Woobsy.'
'And I might have hit my head on something.'
'Woobsy!'
'What of me?'
'Uhmmm... you have cold hands?'
'I'm not joking. I know I'm not your type, never modeled as much as the rest...'
'Hey now, I love Jay Gee but he isn't you.'
'I was speaking more of your ex.'
'About Steven?! He never wanted ME, he wanted sex with me. Besides he cheated the entire time with Trent.'
'I'll be the first to honestly admit how impossibly attractive I am...'
'Don't I know it.' Heath said sarcastically.
'But I'm no model as he is.'
'Hey, looks don't matter to me.'
'Yes, because then you'd hate yourself.'
'Are you calling me ugly?!'
'You said it first, I simply agreed.'
'Big Ears.'
'Imbecile.'
'With people its whats inside that matters anyway.'
'What about if these person goes inside your matters?'
Twin wicked smiles and bearded face was yanked down to brush against pink and orange, dozens of freckles colliding.
'Make yourself right at home.'
Drew had the first idea the date was going to be a wreck when he opened the door on the bus and hundreds of balloons floated out, all colors.
'Not an evil clown in there, right?' Mike teased.
'Ur, not at all.'
Second bad sign, Party Cow Number 5 in a field nearby, too nearby for Drew's liking.
With Jinder there, diminishing the privacy even more.
Third and last, his face ached.
And if he was feeling pain in his face, anywhere on his body, that meant Justin was hurting too.
And if Justin was hurting, he was in trouble.
So no matter how often they hated each other, when Jayge was in trouble, Drew couldn't, wouldn't abandon him completely.
Because he still loved the wretched fool.
Star was great, but he was no PackMate.
Star was Star, but not the Moon, shining bright and beautiful in the sky, smiling down upon him.
