The Conclave
“Do you want me to tell you what I really think, or do you want me to tell you what you want to hear?” Brian asked me.
“Supposing that you even know what I want to hear,” I replied with a sharp look, “entertain me with both.”
“Well it’s obvious: it won’t end well for anyone. Except, maybe, you. You have EJ and Matty under your thumb, but they still have their own problems: Grant and, you know, the inability to be your friend because he likes you too much. As for what you want to hear… sure, Matty will be your friend forever and will be around whenever you want him to be (even though the reality is that he might be there when you don’t want him to be, too). And you will date EJ for X amount of days, weeks, maybe even months, and then throw him away,” Brian said, snatching up a piece of paper and then crumpling it before tossing it in a nearby trash can, ”just because you will get bored with him. And you will be okay with that.”
“I love you, you know that?” I told him with a smile. “While I don’t know if any of that will come true, here’s what I want: I want to be friends with the boy because I think it can work out eventually. But if we’re not friends, then obviously it can never work. And EJ, I just want him to be over Grant. I want Grant removed from existence. I want him to be less than a memory. So maybe I AM still seeing EJ because I don’t have his full attention yet. But I won’t know if I will get bored with him if I never get into a relationship with him.”
Greg nodded in agreement before he said, “Understandable. Both of you make really good points.” He coughed into the palm of one hand and smoothed his hair with the other before continuing. “Tell me about Sean.”
“He’s nothing,” I assured him. ”He’s a play thing. He’s like your Adam.”
Greg feigned a look of displeasure before responding. ”You know, he’s really hot. Why didn’t you date Him?”
Brian answered for me. “You would have your best friend date someone that peaks only his sexual interest? And barely, at that?”
I laughed before putting both hands on the table. ”Guys, guys. Let’s talk about Greg’s Bryan and Zach.”
With that, we glared at Greg.
