My parents told me they would love me no matter what. They lied.

The ride to McDonalds’ was rather silent, except for the quiet hum of the car and faint music playing the back round. Oliver kept bobbing his head and mumbling the incoherent words the rapper was singing on the radio. I looked over at Trent but he was too focused on the road to notice my staring. I let out a quiet sigh, tying my fingers together and looking down. I wanted to talk about last night, my eyes shifted to the rearview mirror to see Oliver really getting into the music. Maybe right now wasn’t the time. But when would that time be? When we arrived at McDonalds’ Trent was out of the car before I could even get a word out. I just was sitting there sputtering while Oliver and him walked hand in hand up to the McDonalds’ door. I mumbled profanity under my breath as I slipped out of the car and began walking towards the McDonalds’ entrance. I had a feeling he was ignoring me on purpose and it was getting on my nerves. When I walked inside I noticed there was a small group of kids standing in a line outside the little playpen one of the kids being Oliver, finally I thought to myself. Than I saw a taller lankier version of him whom I assumed was Trent. And my assumptions were proved correct when the boy turned out. Most women would consider Trent downright adorable in this situation. He was nibbling on his bottom lip, as he stood up trying to rip his socks from his feet. He teetered on his feet around the children, barely keeping his balance. But Trent wasn’t adorable to me at the moment, he was annoying. I strode over to him quickly, my hands at my sides and I was really trying to keep from making fists. Trent and I had known each other since the tender age of 5 years old. We trusted each other with everything; we had our first sleep over, played princesses, had a ‘pretend’ child in health class and even bathed as children together. We even came out of the closet together, and if he had been a woman we probably would have started our menstrual cycle together. And now this same boy was ignoring me based on the simple fact that I refused to kiss him last night.

“Trent I need to talk with you”, I boomed, my voice came out much harsher than I intended. I got a few weary stares from the children as they shuffled into the playpen.

“Right now?” He whined childishly as he looked over at the other children frolicking around.

“Yes right now”, I grabbed his hand pulling him away from the other kids. When we were in the hallway of the bathroom, all was silent so I asked him the question I had been dying to ask, “Why are you ignoring me?”

“I’m not ignoring you”, I rolled my eyes, and I should have known such a blunt question would get such a blunt lie. I grabbed his face with both of my hands. His eyes widened and I swear I heard a faint moan as his eyes closed.

“Trent Warner, I am not going to kiss you”, I let my hands drop with a sigh. I couldn’t kiss him no matter how much he wanted me to. We were friends, simple as that and someone in this friendship had to be the level headed one, I guess that would have to be me. If I kissed him what would happen to us? Would he dump his boyfriend? Would I move in with him and get married to him one day? No, no all those questions were wrong. When I did get married, Trent would be my best man. And if I did get married hopefully it would be to Seline that is if they lifted the anti gay marriage laws in my state. Trent was glaring at me now, his arms crossed his chest in a defiant pose, “Trent”, I tried pulling him arms from his chest but he was quite strong for a skinny kid. He kept glaring at me not making a word, “Trent we’re friends, I love you. You know that, but not in that way”.

“And why not?”

“Because you’re gay and I’m bi sexual besides you have a boyfriend and I have Seline”, I watched as his arms fell to his sides and he sighed.

“I am not gay, I mean I am but I really like you a lot”, I felt his arms wrap around me as he pulled me closer. Shivers went up and down my spine as his lips brushed my neck and he nuzzled his face in my shoulder, “Besides Jerry and Seline don’t have to know”, He moved his head, so his glazed eyes met with mine. “It will be our little secret”, He moved forward and I felt my heart speed up like it had the night before. Except now I couldn’t move, his arms suffocated me, molding my body with his. I moved my head in the other direction so his lips touched my jaw. I heard him growl impatiently as he took my face roughly with his chin, “Don’t you want me?” I looked back into his eyes, which softened for a moment, the lust nearly disappearing from them. The question still lingered in the air. Did I want Trent Warner?