Opposites

What would the world be like if Gay was right, and straight was wrong? This story follows the lives of a group of friends.

Just as a heads up, I am writing this on a google.docs with my best friend, Emily M. (last name hidden for safety) and you can find her on Tumblr at @artzypaw. We are writing this story together.

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35. Bem

Bear: Hey baby

Bear: How are you?

Anton: im great and you, boo?

Anton: you there?

Anton: helloooooo :/

Anton: GOOD GOD WHERE TF ARE YOU?

Bear: sorry i was showering.

Bear: i was gone like ten mins.

Anton: i was bore same on me.

Anton: bored and shame

Anton: whoops.

Bear: its ok. Have you seen nickel today?

Anton: why?

Bear: were working on a project together.

Anton: no i haven’t.

Bear: k, well then i should get going now.

Anton: baby wait,

Anton: did you already leave.

Anton: CALL ME

Anton: baby i’m bored.

Anton: I think we should break up

Anton: you didn’t even see that one???

Bear: I saw them but i didn't want to respond, i was waiting for y

Bear: sorry i was cut off

Bear: i want you to tell me you love me.

Anton: you know I love you baby

Bear: Tell me.

Anton: Tell you what?

Bear: you’re impossible to deal with.

Anton: alright, i love you. <3

Bear: i know you do, ttyl

Anton: BEAR YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW

Anton: …

Anton: …

Anton: I’m gonna keep spamming you

Anton: pleaseeeeeeeeeee ;(

Anton: Fine, goodnight sleep well.

Bear: we’re standing next to each other now, we can talk for God’s sake

 

    Anton is glued to his phone, so he doesn't see me approach or ring the doorbell. He doesn't feel me flop onto the bed right next to him.

    “OH MY LORD!” He cries.

    “Please, call me Bear.” I joke.

    “That’s not what I meant. And you know it.” He humphs and quickly laughs at my joke. We turn on the televisions and snuggle up.

 

 

 

 

When I wake up, I have to physically pry him off me. I go into the bathroom and put on some clothes that were laid out for me. I look like Anton. I think, and maybe it’s because I’m wearing his clothes. I go down the stair to where Anton's fathers are waiting at the breakfast table.

    “Ah, good morning Bem! How lovely of you to join us,” Rob says to me in a warm tone. I hear Anton flop down the stairs after me, still in his button up shirt and undies. He rubs his eyes and flops down to the table.

    The servants bring out platters of food. First some earl grey tea and some cinnamon-apple coffee cake, followed by eggs and sausage, followed by a plethora of juices. I’m nearly stuffed by the end.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what kept you at our house last night?” Rob was finishing his eggs and gave me a skeptical look.

“I was spending the night. I must have fallen asleep to Anton’s music.” I look over at the half naked teen and see him blushing, his face plump red.

“Y-Yeah! What g-gave you any oth-ther ideas Dad?” He had his fork in his hand, but he was shaking so violently that the fork fell onto the plate with clink.

“Oh! No, just was asking because I got a call from his mother.” I nearly choke on my own spit to those words. She’s never concerned…

“What did she say?” I ask.

“Well, she was wondering if I’d seen you. She said if I did to bring you home immediately.” I swallow hard. This wasn’t a concerned manner, it was a ‘disobedient’ manner. I frown slightly, trying not to show too much emotion.

She didn’t get home until midnight and normally lets me come over to Anton’s for the night. She’d rather me be safe with an adult than by myself.

“I should be leaving then, don’t want to leave her worrying.” I saw Anton’s eye twitch to the lie. I love that he knows me.

“I’ll get your stuff and walk you out!” As I stand up, Anton pulls me out of the dining room. I’m dragged up the stairs and into his room again. He closes the door.

“I’m sorry!” He embraces me in a hug and I wrap my arms around him. “It’s alright.”

“No it’s not!” He shoots back. Releasing me, I press up against him, grab his arms, and turn him around to where I’ve pinned him against the door. Our faces draw closer and I can feel Anton’s breath hit my chin in pulses.

“I said it’s alright.” I hastily press my lips onto his.

 
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