Best Friends

“Look Daph, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“You are so full of shit. Look at all those sketches in your sketch book.”

“So what. I sketch all the time.”

“Mostly that brain-dead jock Chris Hobbs.”

“Hey, I don’t sketch him because of his intelligence.”

“I bet he’d be a lot more attractive if he had any intelligence. God -- I bet his mother still picks out his clothes.”

“Well then, I guess it’s a good thing we wear fucking uniforms to school so he can be fairly independent.”

“Ha, ha. Hey, you got us off topic.”

“Did I? I didn’t know we were on any specific topic. I thought we were just hanging out pretending to do our homework.”

“You asshole.”

“Thank you.”


“That’ll be after you leave.”

“Ewwwww gross!”

“Hey, I have to do something till I get a chance to make a play for Chris.”

“Why make a play for him?”

“Because he’s hot.”

“But why not make a play for someone you know would be interested?”

“Like who, Mark? He’s so far into his closet he can’t find the way out.”

“No, you idiot, what about the guy you’ve been sketching?”

“I told you, he’s nobody.”

“Justin, he’s the hottest fucking nobody I’ve ever seen. The muscles in his shoulders, the curves in his back, his beautiful, tight butt...”

“Stop drooling on my bed. I told you...”

“I know, you saw him in a fucking dream and it was so vivid that you woke up and started drawing him. But why not draw him from the front?”

“That’s the thing, Daph, he never finished turning around in my dream. It’s weird -- just as I was about to see his face I woke up and that’s when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“Knew that he was real; that he was important... I don’t know. Maybe I’m out of my fucking mind for lack of male companionship. I need to get fucked. I want to get fucked.”

“Wow, you really have got the anti-virgin itch.”

“I know, but I have no way to resolve it.”

“Are you really interested in finding out about the gay world?”

“What do you think?”

“Okay, here’s the deal -- this coming Friday night when you’re supposedly coming over to study...”

“Yeah, cause we always study so hard when we’re together -- you’re such a bad influence. It’s amazing I still have such a high GPA.”

“It goes well with your big ego.”

“Very funny.”

“Anyway, when you come over my parents will be out. You tell your parents that you’re spending the night and I’ll drive you there.”


“Duh -- to the home of all the hottest, hunkiest gays in Pittsburgh.”

“You mean Liberty Avenue?”

“Where else?”

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that. That’s the fucking big league.”

“Well the guy I saw in those sketches won’t be hanging out at our neighborhood park.”

“Like I’m ever going to really find him.”

“You never know. So what do you say? Are you ready for the biggest field trip of your life?”

“Shit, do you really think I should do it? I’ve wanted to go there for months but never had the guts or the opportunity.”

“Well, now you have the opportunity. Are you going to take it or are you going to pass up a chance to meet your destiny?”

“He’s probably just a figment of my artistic imagination.”

“Or Adonis.”

“Yeah. Fuck it -- I’ll do it. Friday I’ll go check out Liberty Avenue.”

“Oh and if you meet the man of your dreams you’d better tell me all about it.”

“If I were to meet that guy and survived a night with him, you can bet your ass I’d tell you all about it.”

“I could use some good gossip.”

“So could I, and for once I’d love to be the source of the experience.”

“Let’s toast.”

“With what?”

“Here, let’s share my soda.”

“What are we toasting?”

“The future of the hottest twink in gay Pittsburgh as he finds the man of his dreams.”

“Now that’s a toast I hope comes true.”

“You never know.”

“Daph, I love how your imagination works.”

“Yours too Justin.”

“Hey one more toast...”

“To what?”

“Best friends. Thanks for shoving me in the right direction.”

“That’s what best friends are for.”


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