Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2007 20:07:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lusty <lustyville@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncovered

     "Get out of the way faggot!" A push sends me crashing in to
the lockers. I don't have to turn around to see who it is because
I know that voice and I know that touch. I know its Jason.

     He walks by me and I get a good look at his backside. He's
wearing the khaki shorts I bought him and a white wife-beater. I
hate him for being so damn sexy that I willingly degrade myself
just to be with him. But he does look good in those shorts.

     He knows I'm watching him. I can't help it. He looks over
his right shoulder and smiles at me then he continues walking
down the hallway. I love him.

     I stop at my locker and grab my notebook then I go to class.
Jason is sitting in the back with the rest of the wrestlers. He
flashes me a quick glance and I bite my lip to keep from smiling
at him as I walk towards my seat on the front row. I sit down and
something hits the back of my head. I ignore it. About a second
later, something else hits the back of my head. I turn and look
at the two spitballs on the floor behind me. During the day these
spitballs are Jason's love taps. I look at him and he hits me in
the face with one. A few kids snicker. One of the wrestlers gives
him a high five. I wait until our eyes meet before I turn to face
the board.

     We have two classes together and the same lunch period, but
we do not speak during lunch unless I accidentally cross his path
and then it is our eyes that exchange words. I am the keeper of
his secret. I have been since we were thirteen and our
experimentation began.

     We were best friends from fourth grade to seventh grade. He
lived down the street from me and I thought he was the coolest
thing next to the slinky. I followed him around like I was
attached to him at the hip and it's been that way ever since; I
follow, he leads, regardless of the situation.

     By twelve, I knew I was attracted to him and I knew what
that meant. I turned to the internet for support and discovered
pictures of naked men and then pictures of naked men doing things
to each other.

     At thirteen, Jason caught me staring at him while he
undressed. "Like what you see?" he asked.

     I wanted to lie, but I didn't, "Yes," I confessed.

     He smiled and finished pulling his underwear down, "Prove
it." He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest.

     That was the moment our relationship changed and I became
his private sex toy. I did whatever he asked me to do and I let
him do whatever he wanted to do to me. I even let him have sex
with me before I was ready but I was okay with it because he was
happy.

     We were happy and closer than ever for a year and then, in
the middle of eighth grade, Bobby Velero called us gay and Jason
flipped out. Jason started pulling away from me at school. He
started hanging out with Bobby and soon Bobby and Jason were
telling everyone I was gay. I guess I could have told everyone
about Jason, but I loved him too much to expose his secret.

     Here I am, four years after we started messing around with
each other and three years after he started bullying me and I'm
still crazy about him. His body has developed nicely since we
were kids, but I don't stick around for his body, I stick around
because I can't imagine not being with him. The way he kisses me
when we're alone tells me that he loves me too.

     At the end of each day I work at my father's bookstore for
three hours and then I go home to do homework and get online and
talk with my friends. My friends are cool with me being gay but
none of them know about me and Jason. As a result, my friends
have attempted to set me up with every gay guy they meet. You
would think they would get the picture and leave it alone but no,
I go to a party with them and they find a gay guy and bring him
over for me to meet him as if I'm going to fall all over him.
They don't want me to be alone and I can't tell them that I'm not
so I make myself seem like some pathetic loser who doesn't know
how to talk to potential dates.

     Speaking of which, Lori, my best friend at school, is trying
to harass me in to going on a date with her cousin, Carey, who
just moved in with her brother. He lives about thirty minutes
away from us and according to her he is the cutest thing in the
world. I will admit his myspace picture is pretty nice but nobody
compares to Jason. I stare at Carey's picture and pick apart his
features. His eyes aren't as nice Jason's. His nose is bigger
than Jason's. His hair is longer than Jason's. His smile is not
as bright as Jason's.

     I hear my door open and I turn and smile at Jason as he
walks in the room. He closes the door and looks at the screen.
"Do I have competition now?" he asks.

     "No, Lori wants me to go on a date with her cousin. You know
she's always trying to set me up with someone."

     "He's cute. Maybe you should go out with him."

     "Huh?"

     "I said"

     "I heard what you said, but are you serious? You want me to
go on a date with another guy?"

     "Why not?"

     "You threaten to beat up every guy you see me talking to and
now you want me to go on a date?"

     "I just think you should start meeting guys."

     "Why would I want to meet guys when I have you?"

     "You don't have me."

     "Right. I forgot. We're just friends."

     Jason walks over to me and kisses me, shoving his tongue
down my throat. He pulls back, "We're not friends." We laugh at
our inside joke and then he kisses me again and I try to stand
but he pushes me down. "Not today, Tiger." Jason turning down sex
is a sure sign that the world is coming to an end.

     "What's wrong?"

     "Nothing's wrong." He looks at the screen. "What's his
name?"

     "I can't believe you're jealous of a picture."

     "I'm not jealous."

     "Yes you are."

     "No, I'm not." He begins backing away from me. "You deserve
to have a real boyfriend because I'm never going to be that for
you."

     We have had this talk so many times that I can quote my
lines verbatim without paying attention. "We've been over this, I
don't care. I'm fine with the way things are between us."

     "You're fine with me bullying you at school?"

     "We both know why you do it. I've accepted it and so should
you."

     He sits on my bed. "I should accept treating my best friend
like shit just so I can fit in with a bunch of guys that I don't
really like anyway?"

     "You don't do it just for them."

     He avoids making eye contact with me. "Were you really
crying in the bathroom during lunch today?"

     "What?"

     "Bobby said"

     "You can stop there. You know how Bobby is."

     "I know, but it wouldn't be the first time."

     "How many times do I have to tell you nothing you say or do
at school makes me cry anymore because I know you don't mean it."

     "It doesn't matter whether I mean it or not. I shouldn't do
it."

     Sometimes Jason amazes me with how guilty he feels about the
way he treats me. He could stop bullying me tomorrow and no one
would question him, but he wants to hang out with Bobby and part
of the requirement for him hanging out with Bobby is picking on
people like me. Bobby is stupid and mean, but he's popular and
his father is the coach of the wrestling team.

     "Jase I love you. That's all that matters."

     "But do I make you happy?"

     "Yes."

     "Do I make you happy all the time?"

     "No one is happy all the time."

     "I wish things were different." Jason half smiles at me. "I
wish I was different. You know I hate forcing you to lie about
us."

     "One day things will change."

     "Things won't change. I'm the problem and I won't change. I
can't change. That's why I want you to find someone else."

     "I don't want someone else. I want you. End of discussion."

     "No, it's not the end this time. We can't keep having this
talk and not doing anything about it. I'm tired of feeling like
shit and treating you like shit and being in a relationship that
no one knows about. This isn't what I want."

     "I let you fuck around with girls all the time, what more do
you want?"

     "I want to be with a girl and not wish I was with you."

       I can tell something has happened. "This isn't just about
us, is it?"

     He licks his lips and says, "I went out with Kelly before I
came over here today and," he pauses for a few seconds.

     I hate drawing things out so I push him, "And?"

     "And we were making out and I accidentally called her
Kevin." I start laughing. "It's not funny Kevin! I've done it
before."

     Hearing that makes me laugh harder. "You've done it before?"

     "Yes and this time she really freaked out. She thinks I have
a thing for you."

     "You do have a thing for me."

     "Kev, you're not helping." I keep laughing. "Stop laughing."

     "Okay, I'll stop, but tell me how did you say it, was it
like `oh Kevin' or `uh uh Kevin' and did you draw out my name or
did you"

     I can't finish my question because Jason is standing next to
me tickling me. "I'll give you a reason to laugh," he says as he
tickles me in to submission.

     "Uncle."

     "You have to wait until I tell you to say it." He tickles me
some more, "Say Uncle."

     "Uncle!"

     "That's better." He leans closer to me and kisses me. His
hand slides down my shirt and starts unbuttoning my belt.

     That's the way things are with us. The slightest touch can
turn in to sex but our relationship isn't just about sex,
although the sex is great. I guess knowing every crevice of each
other's bodies makes it easy to know exactly where to touch and
when. We don't make it to a bed but I'm willing to accept the
awaiting rug burn because I want to feel him inside me.

     Jason is sweaty and red by the time we're done and I'm
completely satisfied. I kiss him on his cheek, "I missed you."

     "I know. I've been busy with practice and work and Kelly."
He puts his arm around me. "That's why you need to find your own
Kelly."

     "Believe it or not I have things to do, too."

     "I didn't mean it that way. I was just saying you need
someone like Kelly in your life." He stands and starts putting on
his clothes. "I have to get home and get cleaned up."

     "Fine, I'll see you at school tomorrow."

     I stand and give him a kiss goodbye and then I grab a towel
and head to take a shower. Usually we spend more time together
and hang out but lately he's been rushing off like he has
somewhere to be.

     After a refreshing shower, I sit at the computer and start
talking with Lori. Lori tells me her parents are out of town for
the weekend and she's having a small get together at her house
tomorrow and I know she's trying to set something up with me and
her cousin but I agree to come anyway.

     The next day, school is more of the same crap. Jason and
Bobby pick on me and Jason and I sneak looks at each other. I go
to work at my father's bookstore then I go home and shower before
I drive to Lori's house for the party.

     I walk in and the air is ripe with the smell of a setup. The
only people at Lori's house are Lori, her boyfriend, Travis, and
her cousin, Carey. A few minutes after I sit down, Lori begs
Travis to take her to Dairy Queen. I suggest we all go, but Lori
insists that Carey and I stay in case someone comes. I tell her I
can go to Dairy Queen by myself and get what she wants but she
shuts me down and she and Travis all but run out of the house.

     "I'm sorry about this," Carey says.

     "Don't be. This has Lori written all over it."

     "Well it wasn't all her idea."

     "Oh."

     "You're uncomfortable?"

     "No."

     "Yes you are. You look like you would rather suck on an
exhaust pipe than be here."

     "Sorry."

     "It's okay. I get it."

     "It's not you, it's just, that I, um"

     "You're not interested."

     He smiles at me and I notice that he is more handsome in
person than he is in his picture. He's actually kind of cute, but
still not cute enough to compare with Jason. "It's nothing
personal. I mean you're cute, I'm just not looking for a
boyfriend."

     "Are you already seeing someone?"

     "I"

     "No, don't answer. It's none of my business anyway. Besides
the look on your face tells me everything I need to know."

     "Well what does my face say?"

     "You're seeing someone but it's a secret so you hesitated
because your first instinct was to say yes, but the right answer
is no."

     "Remind me never to play poker with you."

     He grabs a bag of chips off the table and opens them. "Wow,
I wasn't expecting you to admit it."

     "I didn't admit anything."

     "Yes you did." I decide to shut up in order to keep from
accidentally admitting anything else. Carey tries to start a
conversation, "Did Lori tell you about me?"

     "Yeah, I know you just moved in with her brother."

     "Did she tell you why?"

      "No."

     "Oh, I thought she would have told you about James."  I
glance at him and I can tell he wants me to ask but I'm not going
to do it. After a few minutes of silence, he gives up. "You don't
want to date me so I guess I can tell you. James was my
boyfriend, well my secret lover slash boyfriend, but in my eyes
he was my boyfriend. We were both afraid of being found out and
we took extra precautions to seem like we were just friends. It
was all good until his older brother caught us. His brother was
and still is a homophobic asshole. He told his parents and he
told the whole school. I went to school and I put everything on
James because I'm a douche bag. I made it seem like he tricked me
or something. Looking back I know it was stupid as hell, but I
didn't want people to say I was gay. James and I broke up and I
was a mess after that. I started drinking heavily and went to
rehab and then I got out and discovered James had a boyfriend and
James was happy while I was miserable. I hated myself for being
dumb enough to let him go and then I just became angry at
everyone because I felt like everyone was able to be themselves
except me and I wanted what they had. I reached a point where it
was either tell the truth or kill myself, so I came clean. I told
my parents all about James and they sent me to a therapist to
help `straighten' me out. We finally got to the place where I
couldn't live with them anymore so they called around to see who
would take me off their hands. Lori's brother, Lawrence, took me
in a few weeks ago."

     Carey looks at me and I nod my head like an idiot and say,
"Oh."

     "So Lori didn't tell you any of that?"

     "No, she just said you were her brother's new roommate."
     "I guess she wanted to leave it to me to tell you. To be
honest, I'm still not completely over James. I think he was the
love of my life and he slipped right through my fingers. He was
mine. All I had to do was keep him, but I was dumb and selfish
and now I'm less dumb and alone." He sighs. "Lori and Lawrence
think I need a gay guy to talk to because apparently only a gay
guy can understand gay heartache."

      "They're right. You know us homos need to stick together."
He laughs and I laugh with him. "At least you got that it was a
joke. The last guy I said that to agreed with me and went on a
serious tangent about gay pride and gay rights."

     "We do need to stick together, but what's the difference
between a good gay friend and a good friend? A friend is a
friend, gay or straight and any human being who has ever been in
love knows how it feels when the love is gone and that's true no
matter whether you're the dumper or the dumpee."

     "Straight people think it's different. I mean yeah we have
another set of problems because we're gay but the feelings are
the same. Like I love J," I caught myself before I said Jason's
name. "I mean I've been in love with a guy before and I dare
anyone to tell me the love I felt was different on any level
other than physical."

     "I know a lot of people who would line up to give you a list
of reasons why it's different."

     "So do I, that's why I can't really be with the guy I love."

     "He's still in the closet?"

     "Huh? I didn't say that."

     "If you go back and read between the lines, that's exactly
what you said. You can't be with him because of people outside of
the two of you, which implies that if other people were okay with
it, the two of you would be together."

     "I think you're reading too much in to what I said."

     "People only get defensive when the right button has been
pushed." He smirks at me. "Thanks again for confirming what I
thought."

     "You can think whatever you want to think."

     "Why haven't you just told Lori to back off because you're
already taken?" I make a face at him. "Oh right, Lori will make
you tell her who it is and you don't want to do that." Carey
grabs my knee. "Your secret is safe with me."

     I feel a slight tingle where his hand is resting but then he
moves his hand and the sensation is gone. I try to change the
subject, "Back to you. You've been through a lot."

     "Yeah, no shit, but I'm good now. I'm 17 and thanks to what
I've been through, I already know who I am and I'm happy for the
first time in years and I'm sitting on a sofa with a cute
stranger who can't seem to take his eyes off of me."

     I blush, "Sorry, I'm not staring, I"

     "It's fine. I don't mind. I'm actually kind of turned on by
it." I feel uneasy then he smiles and the tension is gone. "So
how long do you think Lori and Travis are going to leave us
here?"

     "They'll be gone at least an hour, maybe more."

     "So who is your mystery lover?" My face freezes. He laughs.
"I'm kidding. How did you meet Lori?"

     The conversation with Carey begins to flow effortlessly and
hours pass before we realize Lori and Travis should be back and
we decide to call them. Lori answers her phone and tells me she
and Travis are just walking out of a theater across town and
they'll be back in about an hour. I call her a bitch and tell her
the setup didn't work then I tell her I love her and Carey and I
will play some games or something until she gets home. She
suggests we play hide the sausage at which I suggest she and
Travis play hide the angry inch and she chides me for talking
about her boyfriend then assures me that there's more than an
inch. Carey almost falls off the sofa laughing. I hang up with
Lori and stare at Carey as he tries to calm down.

     I look at him and can't help but wonder how he looks without
his clothes on, but I quickly chase that thought away with images
of Jason's naked body dancing around my head. Jason is the man I
want and he is the man I love. I have found guys attractive
before but nothing ever happens because I refuse to let things go
that far. I am not in the market for a boyfriend, but if I was, I
would definitely give Carey a call. Carey is relaxed and funny
and honest. He tells me things I would never dare tell a stranger
but he says he does it because he feels comfortable with me.

     The two of us are getting along like old friends when Lori
and Travis finally decide to show up. Lori is positively giddy
when she returns and I can tell that she and Travis had a good
time.

     I can't resist teasing them. "So Lori, did you scratch that
itch we talked about?"

     "Oh yeah and it feels much better."

     Carey falls on me laughing and my body goes stiff. There's
something about the way his head rests playfully on my shoulder
and his arm drapes over my lap; something in the vibrations of
his body as he laughs; something that screams don't be alone with
him again. I try to laugh but all I manage to do is stare at Lori
with my mouth wide open. Carey moves away from me and I take a
deep breath before realizing I had forgotten to breathe.

     "Sorry Lori, Vinny drugged me with laughing gas."

     "Who's Vinny?" Lori asks. I'm looking at him wondering
myself who the hell Vinny is and he turns to me and smiles. It
finally clicks that I'm Vinny. "How cute, you already have
nicknames for each other."

     "No we don't. No one calls me Vinny."

     "That's what makes it special," Carey says.

     "My name is Kevin, it's dumb to have a shortened version of
my name that's just as long as my actual name. I can see Kev or
Vin, but Vinny? I can't see it."

     "Other people call you Kev and Vin don't they?"

     "Yeah."

     "I'm your only gay friend, aren't I?"

     "Well," I try to decide if I should tell him he's not
exactly elevated to friend status yet but he interrupts, as
usual.

     "Well I think I deserve special privileges. I'll call you
Vinny. Now what do you want to call me?"

     "You can call me Vinny, but that doesn't mean I'll answer,"
I try to think of the gayest sounding nickname I can come up with
for him, "Care Bear."

     He smirks, "Okay so you obviously lack originality, but you
get extra points for using two words."

     He disarms me. That's the best way to describe it. He
effortlessly puts me completely at ease. I hate the idea of
someone calling me Vinny, but I find myself thinking I might
actually answer if the someone is Carey. Carey is a cool guy. I
see him as someone I could hang out with and do absolutely
nothing with and still have a good time, but I don't know him and
I don't get attached to people easily so I have to wait and find
out more about him.

     "Would you seriously let me call you that?" I ask.

     "Yes. My mother called me that all my life."

     "No wonder you're gay," Travis jokes. We all kind of sort of
smile. Travis has always had questionable timing with his gay
jokes.

     Travis looks around, waiting to be rescued. I try to help
him out by asking, "What movie did you guys go see?" They say two
different movie titles and I smell a big fat dirty rat. "You
might want to work on that in case your parents ask you." Lori's
cheeks become rosy and I have to embarrass her further. "So what
hotel did you guys go to? Do they rent by the hour or every half
hour?"

     "Yeah because we might want to check it out," Carey says.

     I elbow him. "I don't think we'll be needing that
information any time soon."

     "But we will be needing that information eventually?" Carey
questions.

     "Words, mouth, you, all I'm saying."

     "Lines, between, get it, all I'm saying," he replies.

     "Aww, look honey they already have their own language," Lori
tells Travis.

     Carey winks at me and I realize I'm staring again. I stand
and say, "I should be going."

     Carey stands beside me, "Don't let me run you away."

     "Oh no, it's not you. It's um getting late and"

     "Well wait a sec." Carey moves and I think he's going to hug
me but he walks by me. "I'll be right back." Lori and Travis
tease me about having a boyfriend and I tell them it's not like
that. Carey comes back with a small piece of paper and hands it
to me. "That's my cell and my myspace."

     I tell myself I should accept the number and throw it out
when I leave. I put the paper in my pocket. "Well it was nice
meeting you." I extend my hand and he slaps my hand out of the
way and hugs me.

     "It was good talking to you. Maybe we can hang out again
some time."

     "Yeah, sure." I hug Lori and nod to Travis then I leave.

     The drive home is filled with random thoughts. Jason is like
smooth jazz and Carey is like hard rock; you can't really compare
the two but something about the underlying rhythms is reminiscent
of the other. I picture Jason. He's a decent height, a
respectable 5'9, and thick and firm or as I like to tell him,
nice and meaty, then I picture Carey, who looked to be about 6
feet tall and was definitely skinny. I prefer the in your face
style of Jason to the subtle emo vibe I got from Carey, but I
keep reminding myself that there's no comparison. In head to head
combat, Jason would steamroll the competition.

     I walk to my room and close the door then collapse on the
bed. Jason growls, "What, no foreplay?"

     I laugh and get off the bed. "What are you doing here? I
thought you had to go out with Kelly and fix things.."
     "I did, but having sex with her made me want to have sex
with you."

     "Wow, thanks!"

     "Don't be like that. I meant it in a good way." He reaches
for me and pulls me down on top of him. "Where have you been?"

     "I was at Lori's."

     "Oh."

     "I met her cousin."

     Jason's hand stops rubbing my back. "Oh."

     "He seems like a nice guy."

     "Oh."

     "He's nothing like you though."

     "Oh." He takes a deep breath. "Wait, does that mean I'm not
nice?"

     "Does what?"

     "You said he seemed like a nice guy then you said he's
nothing like me."

     I think about the way Carey contorted what I said. "I take
it back. He's just like you. The two of you would be perfect for
each other."

     "Why?"

     "Because then you could drive each other crazy instead of
me."

     "He drives you crazy?"

     I hear the voice of the insecure Jason I'm used to and I
kiss him on the cheek and whisper in his ear, "You drive me
crazy."

     I kiss my way to his lips and soon our clothes are being
thrown on the floor. Jason surprises me by spending the night. I
wake up in the morning, open my eyes and stare in to his smiling
face. "Did you know you're beautiful when you sleep?" he asks.

     "I've been told that a few times."

     "No doubt by a handsome man who loves you very much."

     "No doubt." He kisses me on my forehead and I close my eyes
and say a silent prayer that he will stay all day.

     He stretches and says, "Okay now I'm going to ruin the
moment." He pauses. "Are you gonna go on a date with Lori's
cousin?"

     "No."

     "Why not?"

     "He's not you."

     "That's kind of the point."

     I immediately begin to think the worse. "Why are you trying
to push me away?"

     "I'm not."

     "Then what's different?"

     "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to be with
someone else?"

     "Sometimes I do, but I don't care enough to find out because
I already have the one I want."

     "You're gonna make me say it, aren't you?"

     "Say what?"

     "I think about other guys all the time." He says this and I
hear him saying that I am not enough. I wonder what I could have
done differently and how I could have pleased him more. I start
thinking that I should have gone to the gym and worked out so I
could build some muscle. "It's not that what we have isn't
enough, it's because what we have is so good. I can't help but
wonder how it would feel to be with someone else. Haven't you
ever thought about it?"

     "No." He looks at me in disbelief. "Well maybe once or
twice."

     He asks a lot of questions about Carey and I can tell he's
interested in him as a potential candidate but I can't tell if he
likes him for me or for him. Thinking about him with Carey forces
me to picture Carey in sexual positions.

     Jason spends most of the day at my house and after we eat
lunch he convinces me to call Carey. I have a short conversation
with Carey and we make plans to hang out the next weekend. Jason
is eager to get the ball rolling but I have a little apprehension
about bringing another person in to our already screwed up
relationship.

     Over the next month and a half, talking to Carey and hanging
out with him quickly becomes my top priority. He has a natural
charm and it doesn't hurt that he's so damn cute. I look at him
and I know I'm falling for him because he's beginning to beat
Jason when I make comparisons.

     Some times the way Jason treats me at school makes me feel
like I don't mean shit to him. He calls me a fag, or some word
that means that, everyday and he and his friends make my life a
living hell during the day but I can't stop myself from being
there when he needs me. He's different when we're not at school.
He's kinder and gentler. He's appreciative of me and my body. He
doesn't touch me so he can push me away, he touches me so he can
pull me closer and I desperately want to be close to him, but now
there's Carey. Carey is always nice to me and he isn't worried
about being seen in public with me. Carey accidentally brushes
against me and I get excited. Carey is just as kind and just as
gentle as Jason and I'm starting to think I'm more attracted to
Carey than I am to Jason.

     I invite Carey to my house for the first time and the plan
is for Jason to come over and introduce himself. Carey seems
nervous when he walks in my room. He sits down on my bed and I
sit down next to him. We make small chat and Carey touches me
several times. I know he can't help it and he does it because
he's touchy feely and I shouldn't give it a second thought, but I
do. When he touches me time seems to stop until the contact is
broken.

     "Are you ever going to kiss me?" he asks.

     I think I'm daydreaming about him again so I make sure I
heard the right thing, "What did you say?"

       "Are you ever going to kiss me or are we going to continue
just being friends?"

     We sit still for a few seconds and then I move in for the
kiss. His lips are smaller than Jason's but his kiss is much
sweeter. "I still have a boyfriend," I whisper.

     "You're here with me." We kiss again and I hear someone
clear their throat.

     "Having fun?" Jason asks as he closes the door.

     "Jason!" I shriek. I try to move as far away from Carey as I
can. Jason stares at my pants and I look down and see I am
tenting. I put my hand down to cover the area and then I say,
"Jason this is Carey. Carey this is Jason."

     "You're the boyfriend," Carey tells him.

     Jason looks at me. "You told him?"

     "He didn't tell me but you just did."

     Jason smiles, "Kev was right about you."

     The two of them make barbs at each other for hours before
Jason asks Carey if he would be interested in a threesome. Carey
turns him down flat and tells him, "I'm only interested in
Vinny."

     Jason leaves a few minutes later and I send Carey home too
because I don't want to spend the night with him. I like him more
than I ever thought I would and that scares me. Tension builds in
my relationship with Jason and we both know it's because of
Carey, but neither of us talks about it.

     One evening Jason comes over and he finally brings up the
topic we don't discuss. "You really like Carey, don't you?"

     "I'm sorry."

     "Don't be." He crosses his arms. "So am I officially the
other guy now?"

     "I haven't spoken to Carey in over a week."

     "Because of us?"

     "Yeah."

     "But you want to be with him?"

     "I don't know."

     "Yes you do and I think you should be with him. He loves you
in a way I never will."

     "How can you say that?"

     "I talked to him and I saw it in his eyes. He'll be good to
you. I made him promise." Jason gets up and opens my door. He
waves to someone. Carey appears in the doorway and walks in.

     I look at Jason. "So what's this? You're giving me away?"

     "No, I'm letting you go because I love you that much."

     "You're letting me go because you love Kelly that much,
don't act like you're doing this for me."

     "I am. You deserve more and if you're not going to get it
for yourself than I'm going to make you take it when it's
offered." He stands. "Be with Carey, be happy and call me later."

     Carey takes Jason's place on the bed and we sit for a while
as I try to think of what to say. Carey, as usual, is the first
to break the silence, "I missed you."

     Three words and I am his. We go on our first official date
that evening and we see Jason and Bobby. Bobby moves to come over
and bother us but Jason stops him. I watch as things become
heated between them. Jason never stands up to Bobby and even
Bobby seems surprised. Jason throws the first blow and their
friendship based on lies disappears in front of me.

     Surprisingly, Jason is more popular at school now that he's
no longer friends with Bobby. Jason and I are still not best
friends at school because we both agreed that would be suspicious
but Jason he's at least nice to me. Now that Jason and I are
friends in public, his girlfriend tries to talk to me. Kelly is a
sweet girl. She talks about Jason and I talk about Carey. I can
tell she loves to hear about Carey. Jason says Kelly is worried
that he would leave her for me and it makes her feel better when
she hears about my boyfriend.

     Jason and I are still together secretly because neither of
us can seem to stop having sex with each other. Kelly thinks we
never were together and Carey thinks Jason broke up with me. I'm
sure they would both be hurt if they knew the truth. Honestly, I
am in love with Carey and Jason is in love with Kelly but Jason
and I can't stop loving each other. I know one day Jason and I
will have to call it quits but right now we both have everything
we want and Carey and Kelly are unwittingly the perfect covers.


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