You decide to go find where Tom and Jason went off to. Probably down
the skatepark wailing on some snot nosed kid.
You decide to go find them.
What you DON'T realise is that within these hardcore skater shorts,
there's a thin pink lining. But how could you have known? You were 8
when you first tried them on.
You make your way down to the skatepark, down the main street, seeing
a LOT of girls check you out. And a few guys.
"Damn faggots." you think to yourself. But you look back to see one or
two. [They look alright...] What was that?
"HEY DUDE! NICE THREADS!" You were so lost in thought that you didn't
notice you arrived at the park. But this yell from one of the skaters
cuts your thoughts short. What WERE you thinking about anyway?
You look up and see Jason sitting on a bench. He's calling you.
"WHERE'D YOU GET THEM?"
This stumps you. You can't remember WHERE you got them. Never mind.
"I've always had them. Passed down from my dad."
"So they're vintage? Wicked, dude!"
"Thanks man. You're Jason, right?"
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"Oh, um, you're in a few of my classes at school."
"Really? I'm sure I would have remembered someone as cool as you."
Wait, is Jason coming on to you?
"Uh, thanks man. Well I'm new. I've only been there for a short time."
"Oh right." He accepts this. Thank God. For some reason, you can't
think of a real answer... "Well maybe we can get to know each other?
You doing anything?"
He smiles at you. [Wow, what a smile. And he's got deep brown eyes.]
Jeesus, he is coming on to you! [Why doesn't this seem bad?] But it's
still kind of weird. You change the subject.
"So, where's Tom?" you ask,
He looks kind of sad for a second. "Oh him. Yeah, people always seem
to want to get to know him over me." Wait, is he jealous? "He's
probably at the gym, working out. Actually, he should be he should be
done soon. He's been like 2 hours."
"No, dude!" one of Jason's friends calls. "He's got a paper due
tomorrow. He's not coming."
"Really? Man that sucks." He looks back at you. "Looks like it's just
you and me." He puts his floppy brown hair away from his eyes. He
leans back. His lean, thin skater frame looks good in his small white
tank top and baggy jeans. He's got bracelets and festival bands all up
both his arms, so the only flesh you see are his upper arms.
Fuck, why are you staring?
[Maybe cos he's so damn cute]
Where did THAT come from?
"So you wanna go grab a Coke?" He asks.
[Hmm he IS cute. But Tom's been working out. That'd be hot.]
SHUT UP! What was that voice? But it's working. You're getting a semi
again...
"I've... err... I've gotta.." Dammit WHY can't you talk?
[Because you want to say you're going home. And I'm NOT gonna let that
happen.]
WHY? WHAT DO YOU WANT?
[Hey, don't blame me! You picked the shorts. I just come with them.]
What? Shit, the boxers!
[Yeah the boxers. So since I'm not gonna let you NOT get with a guy,
you've gotta choose: This cute skater, Jason, or the hot jock, Tom?]