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Ken has told me that he never wants to drink, but hanging around Fred makes him nervous because he knows if anybody could convince him to do so, it would be him. Ken also has this habit of telling me everything, including his dating life. He says it’s because he thinks I’m his best friend, and sometimes I wonder if he tells me things to make me jealous. I know he wants me back. I know this because he’s said as much. I lead him on by hooking up with him from time to time. This is stressful, but damn it all to hell I try and be as good and useful to my friends as possible, and listening is my best quality. This makes it easy to take advantage of me and whether he knows it or not, that’s what Ken does. This brings us to our car ride back from the grocery store.
We’re hanging out, and I offer to make us dinner. I love to cook so it isn’t a big deal. We’re heading back to my place and he starts to tell me a story.
“I was hanging with Fred the other night,” he starts. Then he pauses, giggles a little. I swear he’s a little boy in an adult’s body. “Maybe I won’t tell you.”
“Dude, just tell me.” I know he’s going to tell me anyway. Even if I really don’t want him to. Am I too nice? What is my breaking point?
“We went to Club Jam,” Ken says. “And I got drunk.”
My stomach drops and any good cheer I have follows. I think I know where this is going.
“We were with this other guy and this girl. We danced, and we did this three way kiss thing at one point, which didn’t work. And. You know what? I’m pretty sure I’m pansexual.”
This is a lie. Don’t get me wrong; I know he’s had girlfriends and I’m friends with plenty of pan and bisexuals, but in our religious demographic, 90% of the men who claim to be bisexual are, in fact, gay. Ken is naive. I’m a dick and claim to know him better than he knows himself because I’ve figured my shit out and I can’t stand that he hasn’t. I’ve had more time to deal with things. He hasn’t. I forget this. Often.
“I started making out with the girl there and we went to the bathroom. I fingered her until she came. I didn’t know girls squirted when they came.”
I grow silent. A, he knows nothing about female parts or sexuality. B, this was it. This was my breaking point. We pull up to my place and I don’t talk to him for an hour. I will never trust or feel comfortable around Fred again.
The picture I just received just now omg I'm speechless he's so... idk what to say lol and its just his upper body lol this why I'm still stuck lol its all his beautiful ass fault
I love this!