The Increasingly Misnamed Short Story (AKA, This is A Not-So-Short Story, pt. 27) It’s the Energizer Bunny of Posts
Welcome to the next installment in this ever-expanding story. Now you might ask yourself how did we get here? Well, now you can find out. Clink on the link right here if you’re interested in reading what happened up until now.
And like always this story is copyright Emily Rush, 9.April.2014. All rights reserved, yada yada yada
Now enjoy the story!
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The boy takes his glass with great relish.
“To the possibilities of the future.”, the boy says.
He picks up and lifts his glass. Even though the night has been full of more than he imagined it would be, the future is still undecided. He hasn’t decided what his decision will be. Then there’s the band’s future. There’s so much at risk and yet, at the same time, so many things that could yield positive gains. He didn’t want to think of what could go wrong. His day has been a of some pretty massive changes. It’s more than he would have ever imagined.
“Kanpai.”, he says as he raises his glass.
“K-Kanpai.”, he boyfriend chimes in.
The glasses clink and they take a sip of the sake in their glasses. It’s the first of many glasses that will be drank as they watch movies and hang out.
The night passes with American movie after movie. Some good, some mediocre, many left them all wondering how was they ever green-lighted. It became clearer as time went on that all three of them were starting to feel tired. He looked at the boy and his boyfriend. He sighed deeply. No matter how hard he thought about it, he wasn’t sure if he was willing to share their bed, the bed he shares with his boyfriend. As painful and uncomfortable as it might be he kept thinking that maybe it would be more bearable to just sleep on the couch.
He looks at his boyfriend and says, “C-could w-we all s-sleep together?”
It was the one thing he wasn’t comfortable with.
“Given what I was just asked tonight… dating the boy…”, he thinks, looking into his boyfriend’s eyes.
He sighs a heartfelt sigh and scratches his head.
“Well, I think that’s entirely possible. You’re bed is large enough…”, he says, inching in closer to his boyfriend, plopping his hand on his thigh.
The boy raises an eyebrow and says, “That is true… I think all three of us could fit in there…”
The boyfriend’s face turns a bright shade of red as he hears responses that he might not be ready for.
He rubs his boyfriend’s leg and says, “Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to do anything you’re not ready for. I’m OK with just sleeping.”
(To be continued)